My Fear...
It was a typical Tuesday night,
And I was riding after dark;
The clouds had covered up the sky,
As I took a shortcut through the park;
I always took the same path,
Around the monkey bars;
There wasn’t a light to be found,
No moon and no stars;
Nothing seemed to be amiss,
As I continued on my way;
But I found myself wishing silently,
I’d gone home earlier in the day;
I found that very strange,
Since I usually don’t mind the night;
And I couldn’t help but think,
Something wasn’t quite right;
So I stopped my horse and listened,
But there’s not a sound to be heard;
And afraid to break the stillness,
I utter not a word;
My imagination is running wild,
And Lil’ can feel my dread;
She’s prancing to the side now,
Ears pricked at something ahead;
I’m trying to still my pounding heart,
But through my veins it’s spreading fear;
I struggle to maintain the silence,
As through the darkness we move near;
I can see something up there moving,
Stalking towards us through the night;
A horrible creature coming closer,
I pale to the purest white;
Then the animal walks into view,
Like it’s coming out of a fog;
And he lets out a happy bark,
The monster was my dog;
I’m feeling kind of stupid now,
Getting scared so easily;
Turns out the thing I need to fear,
Is the imagination trapped in me!
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