Encounter
In the darkness, glowing tiny green lamps. No, that is not thunder;
a guttural intonation echoes. Crispy crunching dead twigs,
reveal black cougar; frozen I cannot run!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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