A Walk In The Woods Poem by Michael Webb

A Walk In The Woods



I took a walk down through the woods to the creek
Late one strangely warm night in November
Unsure just of what I had gone to seek
Nevertheless I will explain what I remember

In the desolate woody wasteland I walked
It seemed for hours but probably no longer than twenty minutes
No one there but myself, still I had the feeling that I was being stalked
I was uneasy but my ego wouldn't allow me to admit it

The dead leaves disintegrating under my boots
Sounded as if they echoed in front of me
I noticed about 15 feet away a huge oak tree detached from the roots
Pausing for a moment to perceive what I've seen

This mammoth of a tree had to be at least 100 feet tall and 10 feet wide
Lying dead flat on it's side It extended further than I could see
I curiously approached, wondering what could have uprooted a tree of this size
What I saw next… I truly couldn't believe

Lying, ravaged in shadows was a strange shiny object
A peculiar small shaped craft that I assumed was some sort of plane
Panicking through my thoughts, I slowly crept
I couldn't see anybody in or near it, I could feel blood pounding through my veins

Just as I was about to turn around and go for help
I heard a quiet raspy voice but I couldn't make out what was said
Feeling goosebumps emerging all over myself
Feverishly looking around to find the voice again

My broken voice managed to squeeze out 'Who's there? Are you okay'
To no reply, I repeated myself and still no response
I turned to run but I was stopped by something grasping tightly to my leg
The feeling of pure terror, as if I my heart completely stopped

Daring myself to look down and finally I mustered the strength
Staring up at me was a creature, hideously burned and broken
I couldn't define with words what it was. But I could see that it was in pain
Locking eyes with this thing, unable to move I listen to these words that were spoken

'Help me human, my leg is trapped under this branch! I need to get o-'
Impatiently I interrupted shouted 'What are you? ! ? '
The being stared into my eyes and in a hollow voice said 'My name is Ozlowe'
Continuing 'I am what you humans call a grey, who are you? '

Frozen in fear I attempted to tell him anything but I had no voice
Reluctantly I helped him up to his feet and was amazed that he was only 3 feet tall
He told me that he was in desperation, landing there was his only choice
Gradually after words began to exchange I realized he wasn't scary at all

Ozlowe told me that not a soul could know of our exchange
I wondered a million questions but still obliged in his request
He told me the meaning to life and how meaningless was fame
Preparing his incredible spaceship for take off he says…

'Thank you uneducated human, your inability to detect what is wrong,
has given me the opportunity to take full advantage of you and your useless mind.
See in the time that you spent 'helping me' I sampled your DNA and in not too long…
You will be replaced by a cross breed of being smarter than any man alive'

I cursed him and yelled 'You will never get away with this! ' paying me not even a glance
If this happens than I am responsible for the extinction of the human race
Ozlowe's last words to me 'For the betterment of Earth's inhabitants,
the inevitable has arrived, besides who's gonna believe you anyway? '

I realized that he was completely right
Sitting on the overturned stump utterly speechless
As his incredible ship lifted and vanished into the night
As strong as man may be, kindness is our biggest weakness

Friday, December 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: science fiction
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