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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A crash of thunder wakened me as I slept cradled in a tree. There was fierce growling on the ground. Something wicked circled around. I saw the eyes of a beastie. Its howling was a gruesome sound Had a dog escaped from a pound or from quarantine by a vet? Its canine fangs became a threat for this creature was a hellhound! I quaked in fear and broke a sweat. Deep despair, I began to fret when deftly he started to climb. From his drool, it must be mealtime. Peed on myself; pants soaking wet! Too young to die; not in my prime, A ticking clock began to chime. Can I be saved or tis my fate to quench its thirst, its hunger sate? I'm quickly running out of time! He stares at me as if I'm bait. My heart races with each pulsate, hoping this is just a nightmare. Open my eyes? I do not dare! His snarling sounds much too irate. I whispered in fervent prayer, and slowly, I became aware of something clawing at the beast, and on his carcass he would feast. 'Twas the stench of a grizzly bear! The sun was rising in the East My brows, deeply furrowed and creased, pondering the thought that remained, one I have not yet ascertained... what should matter the most, not least. No answer that can be explained, and no sense of it have I gained as to why I slept in an oak, and why my lips have never spoke of the tree trunk that was bloodstained. June 15, 2022 Tall Tales 3: Quintilla Fantasy Fiction Contest Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
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