A Poem by Madyn Strauss
I remember the way the night filtered through the canopy above.
The yelping of the other kids shot through the speckled sky with every gust of wind.
The breeze carried our laughter through the air as we pranced our way through the undergrowth.
My heart was brimful and innocent as we chased our way through the woods.
A small game of chase, pure as the bright stars that rippled through the sky above.
Our night, our most wonderful, euphoric night was turned against us.
There were five of us.
Then four.
Then three.
Then two.
And then there were none.
No other children in the woods.
The laughter that carried our path through the night was hushed and small,
A faint memory of what once was.
They were taken.
Far from the woods and our happy little creek, away with their innocence and brimful hearts.
The creek was empty and our nights stayed forever silent.
Pardoned by the haunting cries from the ground beneath.
Our night,
Our most innocent, euphoric night was cut short.
The air was as still as my steps, walking back through those woods, well above the age I was,
Back in those days where we played and cheered, yelped and chased, my heart heavy.
The wind whirled its warning, pushing me back.
The woods were no longer welcoming, its arching trees bent, the leaves stared, watchful.
My ginger steps guided me.
The familiar shouts and mournful cries of parents.
My police badge twinkled under the morning light.
The payment to my friends-their crying parents too-
And maybe to me as well,
For my friends still exist,
But their presence has dwindled.
In our little woods,
The night their souls were taken,
A songlike sound of the emptiness that bound its way down the forest, weaving past the trees,
Sat a tiny little creek.
When our night was taken, so very long ago.