Shimmering, silver, shadowed light,
Guide my path through darksome plight.
Arose a call cut through still air,
A screech, a chill, nothing there.
Trembling hands, heart’s fast throb,
Holding back a muffled sob.
Stumbling through brush,
A tear at my sleeve,
Barely feel able to breathe.
Ahead, Yes, there! Thankful Shelter –
Door pulled open with a heave –
Behind all chaos I did leave.
Locked, barred, against my fright,
Growling, scratching, they seek to bite.
Once lost, I am found,
And won against the raging hounds.
© seekingsearchingmeaning (aka Hermionejh) and Life On Earth’s Blog, 2010 – infinity.