from a dream I once had

Out from the dark like a dog

he stalked me

his fangs exposed in mocking grin

foul slobber frothing his slathering tongue

drooling a filthy trail from where he last feasted

on unknown carrion

Camouflaged in shadow

at first unseen, then only barely visible

and not growling, this contemptuous cur

but with silent, gruesome smile

he thought to dissuade me from my path

by mere threat and glowering gums

But he cowered when I faced him

and vowing to return with teeth

retreated into blackness when

he heard the bane-Word, and

the swish of the rod waved over me


c.  2008 by Garry D. Nation.  All rights reserved.