When Alone In the Wild
When in the deep wild woods
you suspect someone or thing
up ahead
or some thing or someone
is behind you
then
the hairy ghosts will enter your heart,
then you will smell
the thick blood of fear.
What if that crow is not a pterodactyl
for now,
it could shape shift at any moment.
What if, on a scant track,
a killer awaits up ahead
already aware of you stalking it,
will it turn to attack
or lay a trap?
Should you hunker down,
hide?
Nature is a trickster,
all the beasts are well camouflaged -
you are not,
The hairy ghosts know
if you are in trouble,
but they don't speak, they only tremble
with fear or anticipation.
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