Panther tearing at the roof
splintering boards, snarls, dark----
NIGHT ON THUNDER BUTTE CREEK
The blackness of the night wrapped around us like a shroud,
Clammy and evil, full of dreadful sound
The scream of woman with mortal wounds
Full of snickering , why ? I only wish to live the night
To not succumb in fear to this anguish all about
The creek called Thunder Butte, runs full and rippling in the dark
Forested thick with trees that screen the evil lurking there
There eyes glow fierce , then disappear amid the undergrowth
But howls persist , like the banshee of legends mark
She comforts me , but trembles as the panther tears and rips
The splintering roof , starved and after one fat child.
I`m crying now, and clutch my mom, the one protection from
This demon of the night who will not stop until he`s done, but
A little shanty ranch house can`t withstand the onslaught of this mad gargoyle tearing there , one thought in mind, only one
This fat child and why he fears the dark.
My mother not yet done, grabs an old and rusty 12 gauge gun from
Beside the bed, one loud explosion , blasting these little ears
Another hole appears , the moon shines through our flimsy roof
Where panther and twelve gauge spanned the years , to spell out doom for that old puma, sobbing , snarling off Into the gloom
You gradually build up the atmosphere, creating a veiled painting ' The creek called Thunder Butte, runs full and rippling in the dark .. Forested thick with trees that screen the evil lurking there .. There eyes glow fierce , then disappear amid the undergrowth .. But howls persist ' which the reader can just about peep at: the plump child, the demon creature, the sounds and vegetation ... then panic, fear.. action and all's well.
My simple understanding of a tense piece of writing, beautifully created - although I wonder if it's metaphorical: cruel world, protection, action .. safety.
Thank you, thank you for sharing yet another piece of fine writing.
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Mom to the rescue! I love how the whole piece flows and the imagery that you used, especially the way you used the build up of the fear of the night all the way till the end.
As with every time I have read this particular piece of literature, I am moved.The fear, the panic and the comfort that can only be found in a mothers embrace moves me, with relating emotions felt. A mothers protection from the creatures of the night, gives way to the child's relief. In the country beasts still roam, claiming the land as theirs. Unless momma lets them know who rules the territory. One good thing came from the Cafe catastrophe, I get to refresh my memory of all your beautiful writing.