Verdancy dominates the landscape,

I am a guest within this maze of shrub.

Walking through, I feel reverence for the elder trees.

I feel threatened by the looming canopies.

And now I hear an unfamiliar sound,

A sound that contests my ideas of nature.

What had Mother Earth been hiding inside the thicket?

A beast of unspeakable proportion?

Or has my sanity been tainted by the waxing moon over me?

Have the trees whispered maddening utterances to my subconscious?

Maybe its a wolf,

Though I think a wolf could not bellow in that way

My walk is almost done,

But now my mind feels shaken and churned

What if that sound was not of this world

And my life had been stalked

and hunted by some ghoulish fiend

But I shall never know,

But the howl still frightens me now

That walk was not just another walk in the park