I followed a narrow path
into the woods.
After a twenty minute walk
the path opened up to a meadow
of tall, yellow grass
then a field
of marijuana.
I looked to the left
and to the right.
I saw no one.
I walked along the edge
into the tree line.
I glanced down
and saw a rusty bear trap
with a boot
covered in blood
clamped tight.
My eyes glued
to the torn flesh and bone.
I stepped back.
Heard nothing.
Not a sound.
I listened to the local news
and watched for newspaper reports
for the next several days.
Nothing.
I never told anyone.
Until now.
