Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
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Poem: In the woods somewhere

Yes, it's a song, but it's poem too. That seems to be all too rare nowadays.



My head was warm, my skin was soaked;
I called your name 'til the fever broke.

When I awoke the moon still hung,
The night so black that the darkness hummed.

I raised myself; my legs were weak.
I prayed my mind be good to me.

An awful noise filled the air--
I heard a scream in the woods somewhere.

A woman's voice! I quickly ran
Into the trees with empty hands.

A fox it was, he shook afraid--
I spoke no words, no sound he made.

His bone exposed, his hind was lame;
I raised a stone to end his pain.

What caused the wound? How large the teeth?
I sure knew eyes were watching me.

The creature lunged. I turned and ran
To save a life I didn't have.

Dear, in the chase there as I flew,
Forgot all prayers of joining you.

I clutched my life and wished it kept.
My dearest love, I'm not done yet.

How many years I know I'll bear--
I found something in the woods somewhere.
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