A secure sanctuary

There was stillness between the trees as if a ghost was there.

A slight chill caused the raising on my neck to have raised hairs.

My brain erupted with the thought of getting out of this place,

As if I was in danger or could be the meal of human taste.


And I ran, ran as fast as I could,

Like a person would out of place in the hood.

I reached my car and fumbled for my keys,

When the engine roared, my shaking stopped in my knees.


Safe and secure and I scooted to the highway to the city,

Smacked by the semi, dead from steel, oh what a pity.


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