The forest fresh , a sniff
The wispy breeze , a whiff
The nights’ mistress , a glowing witness
to an eve, in the wooden abyss
The tent lay upon the ground , hard and sound
The sleeping bag and pack , strewn around
Another night, with just the moonlight
flitting amongst the trees ,
messing with your sight
Peering in the dark , Black …. what is that, peering back !?
A reflective light ? Playing on your eyesight ?
Slowly squeeze and squint your eyes
faint and fine …. barely see the outline
Don’t move a muscle …. Shhhhhh…. Do you hear that rustle ?
Pop your ears , Ahhhhhh … now what do you hear ?
A hissssssss , so slight you almost missed it
Slowly turn , all fear resisted
Dont move too fast , easy .. stomach queasy
Dont start nor jump , feel your heart pump
There’s something there , growwllll …. You feel your hair
stand on end , this is a nightmare
Though your minds volcanic , there is no time to panic
You must slowwww your thoughts … This fear you fought
can erupt, and your will – corrupt
Remain steadfast , as time slows past
no sight or sound , ‘cept your temple pound
Ba dum .. Bad um .. ba Doom
Ba dum .. Bad um .. ba Doom
Snap ! Crack … its on the attack
Run ! Run .. scramble and run
Pound the ground , footfalls sound
Crash ! Smash .. thru the brush
Crunch , a bunch of leaves , crushed
Clip , Clop , don’t dare stop
Snap ! Crack.. and don’t ever look back
You should never look back
You can never look back
You will never look back.
By Kevin Beary
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