A Sound in the BushesA Poem by Elton CampA scary experience! (Humor)A Sound in the Bushes By Elton Camp I take this walk most every day. It helps worrisome cares to allay. Today’s the first I have heard A sound different from a bird. Unless my ear misconceives It is the rustling of fall leaves. But what could be around To make that type of sound? Perhaps a convict on the lam? Or my neighbor, Crazy Sam? Maybe a ferocious wild beast That’s on the search for a feast? Though it makes me quake, Might it be a rattlesnake? A skunk would be more tolerable Even if it sprays its odor horrible. I decide it’s best to walk on by To find the source I won’t try. Then a sound nearly makes my heart stop. From the bushes and on the road, a plop. The creature of whatever kind It is now walking right behind. I don’t dare look back to see What is now following me. There is nobody I can call for help Although it matches step-for-step. I decide it’s best not to know So, shaking, down the road I go. Cold and wet touches my hand. It’s almost more than I can stand. I turn around all ready to fight What is causing me such fright. Then I gasp at the sight And smile with delight. My friendly old hound My location has found. © 2010 Elton Camp |
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Added on September 3, 2010 Last Updated on September 9, 2010 AuthorElton CampRussellville, ALAboutI am retired from college teaching/administration and writing as a hobby. My only "publications" are a weekly column in our local newspaper. Most of my writing is prose, but I do produce some "poetr.. more..Writing
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