Day: July 1, 2010

I hold a  terrible fear,

Which keeps me in rear,

I keep  myself agile,

To make a dash fragile,

Away from the  hound.

I withdraw from the sight,

Alert to take a flight,

Apprehensive of my plight,

I dare meet  them straight,.

Far from the   mound.

I take shelter in a  hide out,

Amidst  a thicketed   cut out,

My heart  races fast ,

My legs  fumble past,

Very near the spot.

I   run away in plight

As I hear the bark right,

I pant heavily,

As I see a stout bully.

A snarling dog  bright……!