Photograph by @jseigar
Drumming against throbbing ribs, my
heart spurs me onward, throws me down
onto damp, grassy ground, sends
rushing blood through my ears.
Wait. Deep breath, eyes down, nose
near-buried in soil drenched in shadows,
and yesterday's rain. Barking, yapping,
vicious growling - so close. A yell.
'He's not here!' Squelching footsteps,
heavy, running. Away. Everything quiets,
I roll over, finding a starless sky.
Fingers clutch a heavy backpack: victorious.
Oskar Leonard is a teenage poet from the UK, focusing on observational and realism poetry.