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A Jog Through The Woods (Poem-1)










They're calling you....




A Jog Through The Woods

I put on my shoes, got out of the house
Any later I wouldn’t move
Closed the door and saw the scurrying mouse
Scuttling over to the woods.

I made my way into the coverts
Went past through the fog
I was busy that rainy night
But just had time for a jog.

I ventured deeper through the woods,
Would have run if I could
When I heard a quaint voice call,
“Turn back, you really should.”

I stopped jogging, turned around
But, saw no one at all
All these days when I’d ever jogged
I’d never heard a call.

I was in two minds whether to continue
Or to go back home
Had a lot of work to do 
So, I turned back for home.

Heard lotta voices on the way,
They echoed off the logs of wood
Whose cries they were, I still don't know,
I’d heard on my jog through the woods.

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