The Moon darkened
The forest stilled
Trees shivered
Bears scattered
The wind moaned
His pulse quickened
His heart pounded
Paralyzed with horror
He remembered the saying
Be careful what you wish for
When he saw Dogman
Emerge from the darkness
Days later searchers
Found his bloody remains
In ripped apart pieces
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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