Creative Writing: The Way I Run

I left the log and crossed the river at a small point. I hopped over and on the other side I spooked a bird hiding in the willow. Well, more it spooked me. When I landed on the opposite shore it flew across my face and I jumped back and almost fell into the river. It flew farther up into the valley chirping and bobbing as it found a new place to perch. Should I go up the valley or down? Which way did I come from? How did I get so lost? I had to run, just run away from it all, I couldn’t stop running, but now, where do I run to?