Into the Woods

You spent the holiday
in the woods, colourful days,

the two of you and Bear searching
everywhere for something:

frogspawn, ladybirds and butterflies;
poking a stick in a dead squirrel’s eyes;

a spider’s web stretched across a hedge;
cracked-open blackbird eggs,

almost the colour of the bluebells,
and sometimes Easter eggs,

one ear on the distant yells
of other children roaming free,

just like you and Bear,
hunting surprises among the trees.