My toes Are frozen From the harsh November chill Cheeks flushed and I had to hold back Panting Breaths And SCREAMS In the darkness of the woods Yellow beam of the Flashlight My lantern and Faint clicking of Dog's tags and Leaf crunching My guide.
Crunch Crunch Crunch Go the fallen leaves And what if I die out here Or get Lost Huddling in the darkness As the Beam Fades Oh God The sounds And what if What
What
Was
That
A bobbing shadow on a tree trunk No more, no less It's the flashlight Distorted images I don't KNOW But I know I need to get home With Or Without The stupid BEAGLE With the injured Shoulder So hurt He yelps If you look at it I don't know That I Can trust Him out there In that dark night But I can't Trust myself Not to Panic