Treasure Island

Mary Forrester


The Fear


From the corner of my eye
And the stillness of the evening
I saw a reflection
Of something really evil
My heart began to race
As I took up the pace
I stumbled over slabs and stones
Then fell upon my face
The blood began to poor
As I lay upon the floor
Screaming God help me
I heard the pitter patter
Saw the furry matter
Closely followed by teeth and claws
Frozen from the fear
I watched him scamper clear
And thanked The Lord that I'm still here

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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This poem is a parody of people's reaction to mice.

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