I Feel the Evil Thing Smile
by Beatrice Cochran I Feel the Evil Thing Smile I must hide with all my might It prowls the golden grass from sight, It will not see me grassing here I think I'm safe, at least tonight My twitching tail must think it weird As gentle wind stirs grass, I feared That 'tween the branches of the trees The darkness creeps, the thing neared Its paws are powerful to kill We've played this game: hundred to nil The golden grass is no longer fun I think I feel its evil smile The grass is long and thick and brown I know it wants to bring me down So I must leap if to survive So I must dance if to survive. A University students who loves writing and wishes she could do it more often. There's such beauty in words. I can't imagine not being able to write. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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