THE FOREST HAS A LADDER I CLIMBED TO THE TOP.
I READIED MYSELF FOR THE APPROACHING PANTHERS.
I SAT FOR SO LONG THE SUN BEGAN TO SET.
I HEARD NOTHING BUT TWO GUNSHOTS ALL DAY.
ALL OF THE TREES BEGAN TO MELT TOGETHER;
I FELT AS IF I WAS IN THE HOLLOW OF ONE.
DIZZY WITH STILLNESS;
TWO SETS OF YELLOW EYES STARED BACK.
SITTING INDIAN STYLE,
WITH ONLY MY BLOOD AND BOOTS
SQUEAKING BACK.
THE GLOW OF THE EYES BEGAN TO GROW
AND I REMEMBERED I HAD FORGOTTEN MY GUN.
I SAT STILL
HOPING THEY WOULD NOT SEE ME SEEING THEM.
WITH ONLY THE MOONLIGHT
THEY SNUCK CLOSER
AND OOZED THEIR WAY THROUGH THE THORNS.
WHO GOES THERE
I AM AFRAID, I AM ALONE.
