The Visitors at the Treehouse pt 3A Poem by James Mckay
Johnathan would barely leave his room, much less his bed
Timothy could tell them but they think he was crazy in his head Timothy was watching a little tv that night; a number set his mind at ease He figured he would give it a call first thing for, "Bigfoot Mysteries" He told them this wasn't a prank and he told them about the noises He told them about his brother and he was asking what were his choices? They told Timothy they would be able to help but it may take a few weeks But don't go anywhere near there at night; they're savages as we speak He was still too young to drive the ATV so he got up early to ride his bike Right after breakfast and his chores, he rode over to the treehouse site He noticed the treehouse was torn to pieces and it laid all over the ground The tracks were barely visible but you can see remnants where their foot was bound Timothy had to tell his parents and about the group coming within a week So as the four of them sat at the dinner table, that's when he would speak He said, "I don't expect you both to believe me; plus it's the God's to honest truth What put Johnathan into shock was a Bigfoot and I wish that I had the proof That last night that we were there, I tried taking pictures of multiple creaturesBut I think they got mad and shook the treehouse, causing Johnathan seizures I went back there this morning and the treehouse had been torn down to shreds I also called Bigfoot Mysteries and they should be here in a week", is what I said They both looked at each other and then at Johnathan; grabbed pen and paper too They gave it to him and said, "Draw what frightened you son and we'll believe you" They saw a big furry creature with bright yellow eyes and teeth as sharp as a shark Then dad stood up and said, No one is to go out in them woods, especially after dark A few days later, it was a Friday night, so dad called up a few of his hunting buddies They came over in their trucks with coolers of beer; I hope they don't act like dummies I watched out my window as they disappeared, hoping daddy would prove me right They made a fire out of our old treehouse but it would go out sometime in the night Johnathan woke up to a nightmare but I think he was finally coming around He was starting to make longer sentences and speaking of noises and of sound Daddy stood at the screen door as we were eating breakfast; what did his eyes see? He said he woke up in the cab of his truck with one of them staring back at me There was screaming and panicking, shooting and yelling, hunters running like bucks His clothes were torn, he was bloody and messy and said it flipped over his truck He told them they were way in over their heads; it was a different kind of war Just then, prayers were answered as the group from Bigfoot Mysteries was at the door. to be continue............................................................................. by: James W. Mckay July 24, 2023 © 2023 James Mckay |
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Added on July 26, 2023 Last Updated on July 26, 2023 AuthorJames MckaySan Antonio, TXAboutTx! Hello my name is James and I'm 46. I began writing at an early age and I'm sure most of our poetry started with "Roses are Red", etc. I'm not sure where my love or desire for poetry came from .. more..Writing
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