Night Walk In the Park
Dead of night, only light
from the half moon, casting
shadows accentuating objects
into horrifying visions within the
mind, gentle breeze wafting north
to south, slight dryness within my
mouth, the smell of smoke
from the villagers chimneys,
courage must be shown
through the gated Entrance on
the path of no return
tentatively walking flinching at
the sound of an unusual cough,
disabling fear enveloped my being
to be relieved that it's a roe deer,
looking ahead my eyes revealed
an image of a human, not moving
yet danger enthralled my core,
got to show bravery before I
am consumed by my grave,
onward ready to defend myself,
expectations of getting a thump
to find it was an oak tree stump,
past the the point of no return
though still full of concern,
my mind playing tricks nerve
beginning to dwindle must go on
sound of the brook washing over
a water fall then suddenly a noise
with fear I see a pair of piercing eyes,
then a hoot, a loud shrill of
a moor hen or a coot so I look
round and see a silhouette of a
mallard duck,
in this darkness my imagination
is really playing tricks,
I have no recognition of why
or abide by any tactics, my senses
have reached breaking point self
preservation is now paramount I just
can't pretend,my night walk in the park
has come to an end.
fear overwhelmed me to be precise,
I showed and overcome cowardice.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017
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