In the distance I see three SUVs
parked on a muddy track.
Three people emerge,
one from each SUV.

My path takes me closer,
they are camouflaged,
pot bellied men,
each holds a gun.

I pass them by,
they do not look at me,
heads down, intently trudging 
towards the wood.

Curiously,
I move nearer to the hedge,
as if to take cover,
out of their sights.