Unknown

The elusive trees speak to me

Under the black ice.

Strictly forbidden

Do not enter.

Do not pass go.

I dare not venture

Out into the  evasive forest

The land of the desolate .

An ostrich speaks.

Buries his head in the fast fallen snow

Frozen

Unable to immerse

Drowning in its sorrow.

Pure helplessness

As she trots down slippery slopes

Not trudging

But slickly sleeting

And speeding

Into the snare

Human lust

And control.

Unable to regard

Or behold

The branch above

Ready to pounce

And slice through

Cutting the skin.

Dare not tread tomorrow.