It is midnight, and a hazy, gray mist looms ominously
over the naked farm land
like a preying cat,
ready to strike

With the faint warning of an old hoot owl
echoing through the stillness
a tree rustling wind arises
Telling the tale of things to come

Through the shadows of a cloud shaded moon
straining its way through the haze
a dark figure appears and stops
Anticipating followers

The ever present creaking of twigs
and the scurry of small animals
fills his soul with fear as he makes his way
though the thick brush

Drawing ever closer to the pleasing aroma
of an autumns fire
as it dwindles
into darkness

The last,glowing light of a distant farmhouse
is suddenly expelled,
enhancing his fear
now,mounting,pounding,

like a volcano,
readying itself
to spread its hot juices
over the unsuspecting earth

Beginning to run,
unsure of destination
he stumbles across the vast
freshly plowed earth, and falls to his knees

The moist, dew laden soil fills his hands
as he pulls himself to his feet,
thinking only of escape
not knowing or even caring, to where

His strength and Will are peaked
and ready to give in,
when he turns to see
the iluminating life of His kitchen window

He races Home...
for safety lies
beyond the door

He hurdles the decrepit fence
which, once seemed a castle wall
gaurding His fortress heart

Safe at last,
He settles down
to rest in slumberous dreams

At the dawn He awakes
feeling a peace not understood
that has settled the anxiety of His soul

Only one question remains
from His confusion
Was I My predator?

Thats an amazing poem...very stirring...

oh WoW.... i truely enjoyed,,,,,

Safety behind the walls at times is lonely,,, shed the past fear not the future,,, Hugs to you

Nice write my friend! I think many of us are our own worst fear on many ways, and you hit that on the mark!

Wow, I go through this all the time, funny how this sticks to your innards, and show you your worst enemy....