![]() UntitledA Poem by StormyDixieA shiver blows sending cold air up through my spine. I run faster, hearing the dogs coming closer. I find a tree, and climb up its trunk. I stop on a branch. Listening, Watching, for the beasts. They went as quick as they came. I jump out of the tree, sprint for the sea, get in my boat, and flee. Yes indeed, this poem is not at rest. Yes, my plan was to flee, but I did not succeed. When running to my boat, I saw those beasts. I saw their killer eyes. That's when they charged, and I died... © 2012 StormyDixieAuthor's Note
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Added on December 14, 2012 Last Updated on December 14, 2012 AuthorStormyDixieAboutIntrest:: -Horseback Riding -creative writing Current book:: * Current poem:: ** more..Writing
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