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Don'T Get Caught In the Woods After Dark
Don't Get Caught in the Woods After Dark By: Tom Wright 1/9/99 While walking in the woods one moon less night. I stopped, but for a moments time, to collect my thoughts, regain my bearings, and purge my mind of fright. Then suddenly an owl in a not too distant tree. Gave forth it's eerie cry, " whoo whoo ha whoo, whoo whoo ha whoo, whoo whoo ha whooa ", as if aware of me. Batteries weak, my five cell flashlight, I turned off. I, upon so doing saw one small light, as if to be a cigarettes glow, then heard a cough. Then a voice that said, "What are ya doin here"? As I turned to run, a laugh, and then the voice said "stop"! But small legs once in motion, tend to stay in motion, I couldn't stop, because of fear. I thought for sure he had a gun that night. Thinking I was dead, I laid down tracks in the leaves, Leaving skin on saplings that lay ahead, From my imagination and just plain fright. Arriving at a road, now thinking my heart would burst. I made it to our house, cotton mouthed, My heart still pounding somewhat, from this night, And needing water for my man sized thirst. When calm at last, I related my story once more. Again, I hear that familiar laugh, that voice, "Where did you think you were going boy," as dad stepped through the door.
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