What startled the partridge squawking as they flew
It must be getting closer, closer to my view
The soughing of the wind has never been this ominous
The air carried the scent of something quite dangerous
The rustling of leaves brought me on the edge
“But it is not the season,” said a voice in my head
my instinct screamed – I have to run
soon my hooves echoed on the moss covered ground
into the shelter of the deep dark forest
away! away from the approaching footsteps
before the hunter could aim and take a shot
from a gun or camera, I would rather know not.
I wrote this piece originally with DVerse’s What Are You Afraid Of prompt. However, this was not about my own fear so I did not link this up in the prompt. This cheeky piece sees its day in DVerse’s Open Link Night instead.