I arise to start my day
     yawning and yearning to stay in bed.
The sun has yet to shed his light and
     so by the moons fading glow,
          I gaze out my window at the misty meadow...smokey and grey.

My mood does change more sour as
      I feel the damp cold darkness tug at my soul.
For I know things come running from out of the mist
     the things that come a running never miss...

I shudder then shower and dress... ready for the day.
     I head for the door, once again feeling the chill of the mist,
          even as the sun starts up his burning fire...

As I head down my drive I can barely see the sun
     but I notice the mist is starting to burn
          and I hear the call of the cat tails from within the swampy marsh.
I begin to calm my fears but I can still feel the chill
     and shudder yet again...
Then from the gloom I hear the mist scream out as the sun's
     warm rays start to penetrate it's smokey gloom.

I almost reach the bend in the road on my drive;
     then my phone begins to ring
           I fumble for it and look away...
From the edge of nowhere...it was lurking...lingering
    waiting...running came the misty moan
          I hear it but its too late...there is no sun here.

For I know things come running from out of the mist
     and the things that come a running never miss...
I'm shuddering and cold and know I too am one
                 that disappeared in the marsh... below the meadow
                                   with the misty moan...

                                                                          JLCL (c)