BrockA Poem by BeccyIt was a mile or more I came to walk on that small and winding track, 'til the tree line closed out all around and there was no turning back. Such silence filled the evening air, such thoughts ran through my head, as I listened, watched and waited to see where I'd been led. Then came a gentle rustling noise, two eyes; bright beady black, watched careful as I slowly knelt, then careful watched right back. A moment passed: it seemed an age, until inquisitive he came, still guarded, but with wish to see who'd entered his domain. His head was sleek, his step was light, his coat shone white and black. He watched me, careful as before, and I careful watched him back. Another step; so close he came, so close, I dare not breathe. Then we talked, and though no words were spoke, I begged him never leave. How long I really can't recall those liquid eyes held mine. I was spellbound; lost, wished he would stay to the very end of time. But sudden then, the moon came up and in a blink, he turned and fled. But left me glad, so glad I'd stayed and found where I'd been led. After an evening walk in Everdon Stubbs, a local woodland. © 2019 BeccyReviews
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Added on November 7, 2019Last Updated on November 7, 2019 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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