A Noise In the Bushes

A Sound in the Bushes By Elton Camp I take this walk most every day. It helps worrisome cares to allay. Today’s the first I have heard A sound different from a bird. Unless my ears misconceive It’s the rustling of fall leaves. But what could be around To make that type of sound? Perhaps a convict on the lam? Or my neighbor, Psycho Sam? Maybe a ferocious wild beast That’s on the search for a feast? Though it makes me quake, Might it be a rattlesnake? A skunk would be more tolerable Even if it sprays its odor horrible. I decide it’s best to walk on by To find the source I won’t try. Then a sound nearly makes my heart stop. From the bushes and onto the road, a plop. The creature of whatever kind It is now walking right behind. I don’t dare look back to see What’s now following me. There’s nobody I can call for help Although it matches step-for-step. I decide it’s best not to know So, shaking, down the road I go. Cold and wet touches my hand. It’s almost more than I can stand. I turn around all ready to fight What’s causing me such fright. Then I gasp at the sight And smile with delight. My friendly old hound My location has found.