The Hogarth Experiment Part 4 Poem by David Harris

The Hogarth Experiment Part 4

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Professor Robert Hogarth sat
and looked out the window,
what he saw each day amazed him.
Where the remnants of his burnt out laboratory,
he watch each day the quickness of the new growth there.
Tiny shrubs were the next day mature plants.
He noted in his journal,
which kept hidden, everything he saw.
Each day the remains of his laboratory
slowly disappeared from sight under a sea of green foliage.
It was not only the plants
that were growing out of proportion.
Other things much more scary had begun to appear.
These made him order that none of his staff
go out during the day under any circumstance.

It was almost dusk when the empty battery was found.
The police notified the Army,
but couldn’t give them no explanation
as to why the soldiers had disappeared,
other than all three men were gone
leaving behind their belongs and their guns.
The Army’s reply was that they would send
their own investigation team down in the morning.

The reports of animal deaths and human disappearances
were mounting and the police were mystified.
They went to the unusual step
of arming their officers on the beat.
Each had to sign for a weapon
and ten round of ammunition
before leaving the station.
Not knowing the threat that had come to the valley,
they were not taking chances.
It was felt that just a truncheon was not enough protection
from what ever was doing the killings adductions.

The night was quiet and no new incidents were reported.
However as the dawn broke
a humming sound broke the stillness of the morning.
John Fairchild and his son Peter
came out of the barn
as several shadows passed over them.
John told his son to get back indoors
as he ran into the barn and grabbed a pitchfork.
Peter ran as fast as he could
to the farmhouse without looking back.
Getting inside he closed the door
and raced to the window to look outside.
He saw his father fighting a giant insect with the pitchfork.
Peter went to the living room
and grabbed his father’s shotgun from the wall,
then went to the drawer where the shotgun shells were kept.
He shoved as many as he could
in his pockets and loaded two into the gun.
He opened the door
to see one of the insects
had knocked his father to the ground
and had its stinger poised.


To be continued…

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Melody Rhymer 05 November 2007

Only the HORNET knows....................I wasn't far off the first try.; -) Keep them coming you have me on the edge of my seat

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We are really coming to see into this man's mind... where he's coming from.... what a character you have created D! t x

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Francesca Johnson 07 November 2007

...(or even Part 5! !)

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Francesca Johnson 07 November 2007

Giant insects! ! They're bad enough HERE. (Remind me to get another can of Raid) ........... Where was I? Oh yes, pitchforks and missing men........... Onto part 4. Love, Fran xxx

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Meggie Gultiano 06 November 2007

David, hu hu hu.. again, i have to buy some more peanuts here with ice cream...i cant wait for the next chapter..i guess.. the experiment has something to do with the giant insects, ..or maybe it was you there! (JOKE, JOKE JOKE)

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Alison Cassidy 06 November 2007

David, Edgar Allen Poe would be impressed, I'm sure with the power of your narrative in this fascinating tale. I await the next installment with bated breath... love, Allie xxxx

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