Watch, don’t turn your back,
Never let your senses slack,
When into the woods
You journey.
For it is there,
That wild beasts lay idle,
And hide,
Until dusk draws near.
Then, just as the sun’s glow
Begins to fade,
The beasts awaken,
No longer hiding from the day’s trespassers.
They pounce,
And if you are not prepared,
Your heart may skip a beat, and
With a fleeting moment of fear,
You’ll run, then disappear.
copyright Robyn Graham
Robyn Graham Photography 