The last thughts of a rabit being chased by wolves

by Shy   Jun 30, 2005


A slight fear,
running up my spine.
turning slowly,
afraid of what i may find.
only to see,
the nothingness behind.
i dart quickly,
trying to avoid their sight.
but it's to late,
I've been spied.
where am i to go?
there's no where to hide.
i can't escape,
i don't want to die.
what if...
they don't bite?
they don't have to...
they might...
choose to swallow
me alive!!!

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  • 3 years ago

    by Marjorie Winter

    Could I use this poem in one of my Coursework assignments? it would work really well

  • 18 years ago

    by JJ

    I agree with all... what gave you the idea to write a poem like this? It's definitely out of the ordinary. I enjoyed the adventure.

    Great poem!
    J

  • 18 years ago

    by Andrea

    interesting poem. its different but very good

  • 18 years ago

    by Prince Enigma

    Neato poem, check spelling in the title, unless its intended, take care

  • 18 years ago

    by Britney

    Hey veri interestin poem.. i liked the rhyme schme keep up the good work!