A thick vine

Is wrapped around my ankle

The only part of me.

That didn’t hit the ground

And moist soil cakes my cheek

And my hands ache

They caught the worst of my fall

Somehow I know

I’ve been passed out

For awhile now

And as I turn my head

I look up, a great way up

One tree, then many

A dense ceiling of jungle trees

and I feel very faint

I blink

I try to focus

Near my shoulder

A paw print

A dog or coyote

Big

And I realize

I can’t stay here

But something is broken

The pain gives it away

And the vine seems to be to blame

Reaching for my ankle

Sends a bolt of pain

And I cover my mouth

With my fist

And hear him say

Don’t move

We’ll help you