Friday, November 13, 2009

What Happens Next?

I stood there looking,
wondering what next.
I could hear the whispers,
the small sounds behind me.
The breeze slightly chilling,
the dark a bit oppressive.
I ran through scenarios
of what it could be.
Many things could make that noise.
Many shadows could make those shapes.
I stood there wondering,
what would happen next.
The hairs were straight up on my neck.
Something touched my shoulder.
I knew what would happen next.


Ray's Cowboy said...

Love everything about this. I stole your picture by the way.
Again Love everything here tonight.

PS Do you wirte these peoms or find them?

Russ Manley said...

cool poem Dave, like it!

but it it was probably just the greeter at wally world wanting to see your receipt for the beer......

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