Red Eyed Dog......

Misty mornings, foggy days

Walking in the shadowed haze

All is quiet, eerie, strange.

Fleeting shadows out of range.

What things linger in the fog?

Do I see the red eyed dog?

Panic slithers up my spine.

I inhale the musty scent of pine.

Silence breaks, a lone crow call

to his murder come one come all.

He shrieks a warning dangers near

His sudden flight brings back my fear.

That primevil dread that we all face

when we,re in a creepy place

I hurry now to clear the trees,

A shadow moves and then I freeze

What was the shade that I just saw

lingering on the misty moor?

Scent of heather stings my nose

misty damp clings to my clothes.

I see those eyes glow in the fog

Rising from the dreaded bog,

I don't know what lingers there

what spirit ruffles through my hair.

but now I see some light ahead

It shimmers brave and lifts my dread

I force my feet towards the light

The mist is bad but I dread the night.

Onwards now, I stumble ahead

trying to outrun this fearful dread

Faster, faster almost there

I reach my gate and stop and stare

Into the swirling clinging fog

Was there really a red eyed dog?

Somewhere out there waiting to bound

out from hell like the Baskerville hound. 

JKS October 2015

I am sharing this poem on Inspire Me Monday