The Ekaspeek Mountain
Into the mountains, happily they trampled,
Underneath mudded boots, below the sodden grass
Rock lurking, dark and grey, a fossil from the past.
Rumble and it slowly moved, climbers trembling with fear
Looking to the sky above, the weather seemed so clear.
Rumble and the earth it shook, they paused to look around
Gasping in disbelief of what beneath their feet they found.
First they shouted “Earthquake”, that’ s what it surely is,
Then they shouted “not quite” when they heard a screeching...
...Hiss...
Rumble and the hillside moved, they swirled with it to the sky,
Screaming and mesmerized, they shouted
"Oh No"
"it’s time to die".
Rumble and the creature stumbled, turning as to see
Scrambling on his back, was it a climber or a...
“Gigantic!”
“Awesome!”
They couldn’t believe their eyes. Who else could ever say
Under the mountain a mythical Ekaspeek...
Spies.
25/04/17
Copyright © Barbara Campbell | Year Posted 2017
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