Paced by the scurried thoughts apprehending me,

I only saw the decay of fallen foliage.

I felt my steps squander eyes’ appetite, before it could flee;

Without a thought I aimed to reach the bridge.

 

Fraught with impatience,

I did not notice the crackling of leaves,

Or the generous bounce of the floor’s bedding; – vehemence

In my schedule, a stroll was time taken by thieves.

 

Sudden, a sharp call resounds from the branches;

Jolted, my confidence subsides and I am aware of my crime.

Desperate now, I stop my race and pray for all chances

Of finding my liberator: the songbird who stopped time.