I came across the trees one night
walking in single file, abandoning the forest.
The rain fell to cover their tracks
and filled the disturbed earth where their roots once held.
They were delayed at the river
as each tree stopped to soak up water.
The river was a muddy bed
by the time all the trees forded.
I was unable to determine if there was a leader.
I thought the first tree would be the leader.
That tree wore a tartan scarf and lost Batman kite
and behaved more like a rambunctious pup.
Compared to these trees I am very young.
As the young do, I wondered what I did for them to abandon us.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney