Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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A gleam of light,

Upon a moonlit night,

Caught midst the brush,

Of a road-side, lush,

Then, blood-curdled howl,

Dumps ice in your bowel,

To run or to cower?

Or to wilt like the flower?

Left exposed to the frost,

Its life away, blithely tossed,

As the beast emerges,

So evaporates all courage,

And you realize that flight,

Was never an option that night,

When the last thing you saw,

Was a swift-swiping of claws.