Poem: Night in the Woods

by Fiona

Dark. Very dark. No moon, no flashlight.
Ouch! What was that? Keep moving.
Left foot, front. Then right. Keep moving
I better keep my hands out in front of me.
 What made that noise? Keep moving.
It's right foot, left foot. Keep moving.
I didn't think that it would take this long to get home.
Eww! That was really slimy. Keep moving.
 It's left foot, right foot. Keep moving.
Am I ever going to get home? Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving.