The Black Night
Collin Hannan
The night was dark,
Your trip and fall,
But you catch yourself on the bark,
The gear on your back becomes too much to haul,
The night is black,
As the Coyotes screech,
The Owls sit in the trees,
You get scared, drop your flashlight, and it is just out of reach
Wishing you were somewhere like the sunny seas,
You watch beneath your feet,
Looking for animal track,
There is nowhere to go, not a house, nor a street,
You keep telling yourself not to look back,
Because you’re afraid what you might see,
A large creature from behind a tree.
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