Stumped

Bite

Within deep dark Forest they blithely walked
Surrounded by beauty most fine. Devine!
Two Troubadours ambled along and talked
With mellow cheer, time passed, imbibing wine.

When sudden stark silhouettes clearly came
Lurking! Bent in the low bush near the path.
The open maws and stance meant their untame.
Would teeth unleash and wrend with fearsome wrath?

They stopped! They Looked! Uncertain of their plan.
Do alligators live in yonder park?
Brave fellows that they were, well-armed – they Ran!
Such terrors seem much worse there in the Dark.

Two Troubadours turned into craven chumps!
Terrorized! Quaking! Frightened by some stumps!

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Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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