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Winter Walk

One winter eve I walked out with my dog, The way was dark, unlit by moon and stars, My flickering torchlight failing in the fog, To pick out tree roots,crevices and rocks, To cause a stumble, and a muffled curse. Whatever else was lurking in the trees, Silent and still, in my mind grew worse, As an unfolding midnight dream turned sour. I knew the the path. We trod it every day, So filled with pleasure and delight 'til now. My step quickened. I could not shrug away A feeling of disquiet and unease, Palpable amidst the encircling gloom. Nocturnal creatures scarcely made a sound But it was magnified, a crack of doom, A falling twig, or rustling dried-up leaves, Predators unseen, darkly eyeing prey, Their evil presence almost within touch, Waiting the chance to carry me away, To drag me to some foul and putrid nest, Never again to see the light of day. With tensions high and senses all alert, Out of the dark, a touch upon my leg. Startled and fearing, a step back I lurched, And then relief. It had been but a nudge From Ross. Perhaps he sensed and shared My fright, but then, from out the stillness of the night, A fearsome roar. My feet turned into stone. Blood curdling, heart stopping, the monstrous sound Echoed around us. Frozen to the spot, My breathing stopped. I could not turn around To flee. And then again it came, so close, it seemed To set the very trees a-quivering. What beast was this, what wild and hellish fiend ? More furious bellowing, on and on And on, and still I could not see the source. Turning to run, the path had disappeared. Crashing through entangled briars, ditches, Fallen trees, scratched and bleeding, soon I feared, Mud-soaked and stumbling now, that i was lost. Still I heard the creature, somewhere behind, Roaring, bellowing, angry with the night. I fell into a muddy ditch, half blind, And scrambled through the slime, hoping I might Emerge at the wood's edge, so close to home But, helpless, I was sucked into the mire, Down,down and deeper down, now filled with fear, Breathing in mud, heart pounding, lungs on fire. No hope, no light ahead, my end was near. I reached the bottom. Now let truth be said. What did I find? I'd fallen out of bed ! And that, dear reader, though I am not one to brag, Was my encounter with the rutting Lyth Hill stag !

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/15/2017 8:11:00 PM
You certainly know how to build to a climax twist.
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Date: 9/15/2017 2:52:00 PM
Great story telling Peter...
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Date: 9/15/2017 11:16:00 AM
Lovely story--suspense till the end--fun to read--well done, Peter!
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Peter Rees
Date: 9/15/2017 11:18:00 AM
Thanks Vijay.Just a bit of fun. Thanks for your comment.

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