The Sounds of the Trail

As the trail steepens
the breeze whistles,
the branches creak…
then the leaves rustle.
Suddenly the birds sing
I even heard crickets chirping
I think from behind the bushes
I heard a hissing.
I could really hear
my heart pounding…
my joints cracking…
my muscles popping…
So I decided to rest
then the huffs
the puffs…
Stopped.
Posted on June 8, 2021, in Creative Writing, Poetry, Tula and tagged Creative writing, Poetry, Tula. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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