he’ll never catch me, drafted

the rush of flowers
on a cool spring day
the sun, blazing with a passion
the trees, the sturdiest of protectors
the dandelions gently dancing along

bellows of laughter fill in the gaps
between the blades of grass
being gently stomped flat
he’ll never catch me today, if I’m lucky

we pass by a creek or two,
our feets gliding over
minding the cracks
in the water
broken by rocks
he’ll never catch me, I felt him lag behind

now there’s less where to go
it’s time to climb
up this wall
disguised as a cliff, raggedy and unforgiving
all in the right places
he’ll never catch me, I’ve flown far

the forest consumed us
the bushes hide our tracks
the only thing unnatural, the crack of a stick
a rustle of a nearby brush
the thrill has reached my heart
he’ll never catch me, I’m standing too still

a flock flew overhead
circling around
the trees are warm now
then a bit cold
he’ll never catch me, I’ve blended well

some time has passed
the game has gone boring
I’m hiding no longer
I’ve left the forest, the cliff, the creeks, the trees, the flowers
the clearing is open
no one is around
he’ll never catch me
he never could
he left me, a while ago