The Delusion of Daily Life

Running at night,
with an absence of light,
sounds emanate from an unseen bird
as it takes flight.

It calls out from the trees,
projecting its pleas, hoping
anyone will listen.

I picked up my pace,
fright crossed my face
as the unseen sound hovers overhead.

Chased down the path,
fear turning to wrath,
instincts propel me forward.

My loss of reason,
no crime of treason.
For listening to fear,
survival is near.
To ignore natures way
Will only betray.