BANDITS
We're bandits in an abandoned forest,
On a last-minute adventure at dusk.
Colours fade from trees, sky and red earth;
Tall grasses are whispering quietly to us
On this winter's evening.
He jumps into puddles, wades through streams,
He squishes mud, digs tunnels, shrieks with joy;
Everything smells woody and sweet like rotting leaves.
I climb the tyre swing, careful not to fall in the water,
I am up, up, up, swinging high in the air,
I lean back, the branches of a big tree above me,
Upside-down roots spreading into blue,
Below me dark murky water; I am free.
Motherhood is monotony and thrill wrapped up in one pair of lungs.
Everything around us turns slate grey,
We're bandits unafraid of forest creatures,
The fairies scattered tiny white flowers
On our path back home.
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