by SusanBailey

Created on: November 05, 2008   Last Updated: November 06, 2008

Fear Of The Enemy

I hide.

Keep quiet.

Must be silent.

Must be still.

Hiding till the danger's passed.

Dare I risk a quick sprint

across open ground?

Risking enemy attack,

I make a dash for it.

Racing,

heart beating.

Fear making my legs

move faster than I thought possible

to another hiding place.

If I can make it to cover

I shall be safe again.

I gasp.

I see the enemy approaching

hysterically,

clumsily,

shoe in hand.

I panic.

I scurry.

There's no escape.

The shoe casts

a huge shadow over me,

hovering.

My eight legs freeze,

paralysed with fright

as the shoe hits.

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