Hiking in the forest, he heard the forest go quiet
and had an eerie feeling.
He knew that when the forest goes quiet
a cryptic often appears.
For a millisecond, he regretted hiking alone and
without a weapon
before he heard a rumbling roar and
smelled a scent like death.
He turned around shuddered and screamed
as he saw the dogman beast
coming toward him with evil-looking yellow eyes
and elongated fangs.
He felt himself trapped in its grasp and its fangs
tearing apart his throat,
and his world went dark and his
lights went out forever,
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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