Brock

It 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. 

Reviews

[CD Campbell]

I have a lot of coyotes, red foxes, and Bobcats where I live, but they take off if you get within a hundred feet of them, so your walk in the woods is definitely a special moment. You wont forget that anytime soon, I'm sure.

So as far as the poem goes, I enjoyed the lyrical quality of it. It was well built from start to end and had this otherworldly old time feeling like it could have been written a hundred years ago when everything hadn't quite been scarred up like it is now. Here's looking at you, kid.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh man Beccy ..delightful .. full of faerie mysticism and titillating danger ... your poem put me right there in it ... enjoyed the natural rhyme and rhythm .. nice one! thanks for sharing the adventure .. and the puzzle left un-finished ;) hm "Brock" ....perhaps a deer ... maybe a wolf or bear .. hmmmmmmmm shape shifter ;) love your closing line ... right where we all should be .. given a well intentioned leader
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

shy creatures but also thought of as so mean...and yet you present a meeting in which human and animal silently reach a bond...and take a perfect journey together...just before the moon.
yes, a bit like Dickinson, especially with the slant rhyme...i think Emily would read this and smile.
Especially with her being such a lover of nature.
I know Frost is very popular...but to me too cutsie, this is nature, and he does that too, but yours is more eloquent..
j.

[Beccy]

Thank you for your lovely comments jacob. It was a chance and ever so brief moment. Almost by the time I realised it was a badger, he was gone.

You are right, they can be mean, but he clearly saw no danger in me.

[John the Baptist]

Nice tale here. Rhyming reminded me of Emily Dickinson.

[Coyote Poetry]

The things we can find when we walk into the forest alone. I enjoyed the thoughts and the places you described. A wonderful poem shared dear Beccy.
Coyote

[Beccy]

Thank you. So glad you enjoyed. They are very shy creatures, have only ever seen one just the once before; and never so close up. It was in reality an encounter that lasted only seconds, but it seemed like an eternity.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree and you are welcome dear Beccy.