Her time at the club started out nice;
she had a few drinks with a little ice.
She talks to her friends, then they go home;
she is left to travel back alone.
She has walked herself home a few times,
and this area was not known for its crime.
She decided to cut through the wooded park.
She loved the way that it looked in the dark.
She watches the stars and listens to owls,
somewhere in the distance, a lone wolf howls.
She is captured by the beauty of it all;
she was going home, but she thinks she may stall.
She enjoys the beauty of the night;
until something fills her heart with fright.
A snapping twig, what could it be?
She turns and sees nothing but trees.
She heads for home, now she is scared,
it could be anything; a bear?
She hurries home now, just because,
unaware of just how lucky she was.
Author notes
I wrote the second part first, but felt it was kind of weird as a standalone. I decided to make a series based on different perspectives of the same attempted crime.
Comments
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OooH, suspence...for sure! That is a great poem...I liked it a little too much. I want MORE *giggles* Will be reading the others
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This was very well done and I read the second part first. But I think this one could of used something like the stalker not just a snapping twig. It lacked substance there. Thank you for sharing this. The flow was well done and the rhyme was also done well. Overall good job
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