Going to my dark place, time to face it again 🦊

Injured, slowly trodding back to the den,
She can’t have a lover, not even a friend,
No one in the forest has her back,
She’s vulnerable, distracted, and open for attack,
Into the darkness she slips away,
Into the comfort of absence and clay,
Down she goes until her heart feels safe,
Resting softly in her hidden place,
What’s the sense in caring?
When love is so daring,
And it’s only about the chase,