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.