Birds cry out

Birds cry out

In warning

Of trespass

The trees are home to many

I know them not

The movement of

Overlapping leaves

Is an artful disguise

Enough to house a multitude.

It suits me to walk on

There are snakes

Everywhere

Whether you see them

Or not

Some shady fellows

Might contain poison

The ground is untrod

I like it that way

If I am turned around

I will hold up my hand

The fault

Will be mine.

Mea culpa

Is not an easy phrase

To own

Responsibility is

A language

That never dies

It evolves

Over time

In slow reveal.

I have grasped a truth

Slippery

Though it may be

It is easier to apportion

Blame

When the decisions

Are mine.

As I walk beneath the canopy

Mindful of my progress

I become

More than

Just another visitor