One early misty morning
Down a lonely country walk
I nearly came face, to face
With a slightly crazed looking
Young bullock
I took flight over a fence
And climbed part way up
A small tree
Clinging on for dear life
Watching
As the bullock
First kicked up some earth
Then roared, and bellowed madly
Whilst rearing up
But thankfully
Charged away from me
And after a short while
It's bellows were lost in the distance
I took heart
And nervously clamboured down
From my perch up the tree
The mist
Rather than lifting
With the onset of morning
Had thickened
And i realised
That i was completely lost
And could not even find the path
That had brought me here
So was completely disorientated
I heard a loud shriek
That set my heart racing
But i suspected, and hoped
That it was no more than a fox
Then to my horror
I could hear the bellows again
And the pounding hoofs of the bullock
Seemingly drawing closer
But such was the density
Of the now swirling mist
I was uncertain
As there seemed to be shadows
Everywhere
Like i was in a land
Of ghosts
I quickly decided
To seek out another tree
And climbed the first one i found
I checked my phone
And saw that it was now 10:37am
So i had only been here just over an hour
My phone was basic
And had no clever functions
Such as sat nav
But a good battery life
with little credit
And had no idea who to call
As i was feeling quite foolish
And couldn't remember the name of where i was
But then noticed i had no reception anyway
And just at that point
I could vaguely make out