Dark falls like a curtain,
fast, thick, and unexpected.
I’m still in the woods
with Milo.
The one time I forgot
to get home before dark,
Mama was waiting in her
rocking chair on the porch.
She was so mad
she was crying.
The trees don’t let much light in here,
even in the daytime.
The woods get real dark
once the sun goes down.
But Milo knows the way,
even if I didn’t.
Which I do.
We race through the trees,
Milo keeping close beside me.
He stops every time
I trip on roots,
three times in all.