In the woods, footsteps will follow,
Hovering near the frozen lake.
Though it's nothing but a shadow.
***
Hidden within the tree hollow.
Can a shadow make the earth quake?
In the woods, footsteps will follow.
***
Dwelling in its winter burrow,
Watching the still woods wide awake.
Though it's nothing but a shadow.
***
Tucked safely away to wallow,
Its weight made the tree branches ache.
In the woods, footsteps will follow.
***
But it was known for its sorrow,
Unaware of its one mistake.
Though it's nothing but a shadow.
***
The worry should be gone by morrow,
And fully dissolved by daybreak .
In the woods, footsteps will follow.
Though it's nothing but a shadow.
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You successfully created feelings of unease throughout the poem! Love it
Good imagery