Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Fear

I hear a bark,  I see the beast,
I turn but fear has taken hold.
I try to run and get away
But now my blood runs so cold.

Its on my heels, the barking dog
And now five more follow him.
How did I get here, were can I go?
I find a doorway and run straight in.

My ear pressed against the door
I hear the dogs bark and run past.
They can’t find me now in my hiding place
Which is lucky because they run too fast.

1 comment:

  1. This is how I used to feel about dogs. I still dont like the barking.

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