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lost in a forest

the wind danced through the woods on that one starry night
the leaves rustled around the ground
the animals all whispering unheard secrets to each other
and I sat there, watching this all happen
the demented owl perched high on the branches of an oak tree
watching the mice below scurry across the woods floor
the moon disappears behind a massive gray cloud
suddenly the owl hoots and my heart jumps
it is dark and scarey in the forest
the owl swoops down to one of the mice

this is one owl who will be eating well tonight

the tiny mouse squirming in the owls clutches

he is fighting an uphill battle that no one could win

the moon comes back from behind the cloud

just in time to let me watch the owl eat the mouse

the rest of the animals have all gone to bed

the wind has left for a while and now the forest is silent

I am alone and lost with no way out

the fear I feel builds up inside and slowly creeps into my brain

the fear blocks all the reasoning my brain had been trying to do

the massive gray cloud lets tiny drops of water ooze down on me

I am scared, I am lost and I am cold

with no where to go I lay down for the night

hopefully I will be able to find a way out tommorow

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  • Swan song gold member
    2 days ago
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    Tis has the makings of a very fine poem but I would suggest you not make it like a list That is how it reads all beit a good list with strong imagery here is sort of what i am talking about


    The wind danced through the woods on that one starry night
    and leaves rustled around the ground. Animalsl whispering
    unheard secrets to each other. I sat there, watching all thisl happen
    The demented owl perched high on the branches of an oak tree
    watching the mice below scurry across the woods floor

    the wind danced through the woods on that one starry night
    the leaves rustled around the ground
    the animals all whispering unheard secrets to each other
    and I sat there, watching this all happen
    the demented owl perched high on the branches of an oak tree
    watching the mice below scurry across the woods floor


    can you see the difference I can tell you got the makings of a good writer
    the raw bone is there just keep your mind open and eplore the sky is the limit
    so shoot for the stars