Over a road and across a plain,

I ran in silence, except the rain.

I gathered wits at enemy lines.

Through a bush & through some vines.

***

I rolled across an open point of vision,

Up a trail, my skin gained a small incision.

Back through the cover of some brush,

Crawling forward, I told myself “Hush, hush, hush”.

***

On I moved until I felt a sensation.

A series of stings made from Nature’s Creation.

Hidden well with a fine disguise,

A mass of nettles caught me, but I gave no cries.

***

Continually biting, they burned my skin.

Made of steel, unlike their wooden kin.

Finally Nature’s Trap released me to pass,

Upon which, I moved out onto the cool grass