ChiOneWednesday

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Nightmare #3

The full midnight moon.

A howl in the vast canyon.

It’s starting the prowl.

 

A warm, safe, fire.

The tents and food are secured.

Everyone asleep.

 

The feral beast with

Its cold, severe, savage stare

Spots some slight movement.

 

Some hours later,

Screams are unheard, now silent.

Blood in the moonlight.

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This entry was posted on December 13, 2012 by in Poetry and tagged , , , .
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