Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt misstep.
Counting steps up the narrow stairs,
Games, children play so unawares,
Tall steps and short legs, possibly mean,
Tumbling fall, missteps unseen.
Watch where you step little one, off the given path,
Dangerous sights behold, adventures calling, laugh.
Down through the trees and the bushes,
Walking past creatures, no ‘shushes.’
Vivid thoughts, young spirit awakes,
Missteps taken, no words to say, yet grinning.
Turning round the beaten path, which way? Spinning.
Child alone on empty forrest way,
Terror pronounced evil, child fey.
Innocent one, not so innocent.
Ready to pounce, so indifferent.
Terror worse then, lion, tiger or bear; pointed teeth.
Counting steps, hunter of the midnight hour, she’s unleashed.
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