Woods

I walk towards the woods

          green and deep

once inside

           I find it hard to sleep

 

What an illusion the woods do give

          of being green and being neat

Since deep inside animals sleep

          waiting 'til night -- thats when they eat

 

I lie and I watch

          see shadows in the dark

My mind becomes fuzzy

          my body scared

I see a large -- large bear standing in the night

 

He approaches my tent

          from the right

Grips my shoulder

          rolls me over

my eyes blur with fright -- the bears growls

 

It's just me son

         it's daddy 

Reviews

[Helena]

Ah such a delightful poem Tony. I enjoyed the read of this
very beautifully executed write. Pen on poet!

Helena