Across the Bridge

Stepping footprints with heel and toes,
over the edge of the cliff water flows,
seeing through a gap of trees along,
the bridge to the other side still strong,
folding map placed in the pack secure,
reaching the bridge now unsure,
wooden planks with rotting rope,
to cross this spot was little hope,
deciding fast as hours late,
the first step taken is fate,
gripping hands glide the rough,
checking if the bridge can hold enough,
another step placed on noisy wood,
relief now as this spot is good,
walking across without a care,
to the other side completely unaware,
directly into the waiting trap,
just after the small bridge gap,
now joining with others dead,
should have payed attention instead.