The Seeker
I stand silent
hidden from view, mute;
my senses alert, I listen hard,
straining for a sound,
but all around is silence.

Not a gasp of wind
nor screech of bird,
even the street, my noisy, busy street
is still,
yet I know you are there
somewhere.

I heard you count,
one, two, three,
by four I was gone,
a swift run to my safe place,
well away from prying eyes.
You will not find me here.

Time drags on,
minutes seem like hours
My heart is booming in my chest;
breathing quickens.
Where are you, why don't you come?

A twig snaps,
I look in the direction of the noise
away to my left,
and don't see you creep up on my right.
I'm  startled by a tap on my shoulder,
then hear those dreaded words -
"you're It"!

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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart
--Helen Keller
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