Car broke down at night on a scary, unlit country road.
Fears rose in him. Goosebumps spread over his skin.
Horror movie terrors starting plaguing his thoughts.
No way was he going to exit his car and face the fears,
Locked all the car doors, laid down to sleep on the seat.
Safer to hide from his increasing fears and imagined frights
Until he sensed something eerie and terribly monstrous.
Peeked out of the windshield, a scream in his throat,
Bigfoot, terrifying, smiled and put his hands on hood.
Engine started, purred. Bigfoot waved and vanished.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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