Monday, December 25, 2006

No. 89: The Beast , 2006

Darkness , before dawn , alone with a beast
Surrounded by fencing trees , bushes ......darkness
The Beast's eyes , reflecting the moon light ,look toward me like a demon's .

It runs in my direction
I retreat , grabbing a twig I throw it in its direction
It stops and grabs the twig ; time .

I run , again , it runs toward me
As I turn my head to keep check of the beast ...
A rustling of Autumn leaves : Nothingness.

The Beast had gone , in shock I ran through an opening
Shouting , I ran through the fields
Further and further away from where it had all happened .

Still in panic , I ran and ran
Until again I found myself face to face with it..
Grabbed and leashed him and told him what a stupid dog he was .

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