by Andrea Elizabeth
There is a path through the woods in my back yard. It goes straight, curve, duck, curve, duck, straight, step over, straight, before it comes to the ditch before the street. There are no dragons in the woods. Bunnies, birds, squirrels, and stray cats find haven in the thicket to the right. But there is something in the ditch. It threatens to pull your feet out from under you and whack your hiney if you attempt to cross it. That’s why I don’t. Besides, there is a dead end street and neighbors on the other side that are even more daunting than the whacker of behinds.
Better to double back and go straight, step over, straight, duck, curve, duck, curve, straight back home.