Fear of the Wild

Into the mossy woods I creep, Where daylight flees and shadows leap. Who knows what creatures slink and prowl, Seen only by the hooting owl? What’s this I hear? A swishing sound! I freeze. I feel my heartbeat pound. Although this seems a foolish stunt, I must be brave: I’m on the hunt. The prey I seek’s a savage fright With claws that gash and fangs that bite. It’s ten feet long with sleek white hair. You guessed it: it’s the polar bear. What’s that you say? That I must go To tracts of arctic sea and snow? If I did that, then don’t you see, This cunning beast might hunt for me! --- Date Written: January 6, 2019 Contest: Into the Woods, sponsored by Silent One