Life on the Edge

Walking along the creek

alone in my thoughts

forest is calm

then there is a gunshot

The shot is loud

piercing my ears

running for cover

death is near

Hunters are coming

following their dogs

there is mercy

in the form of fog

Running into the mist

hiding in a ravine

praying for a miracle

not to be seen

Fear is my weakness

mind clouded with doubt

beginning to tremble

there is no way out

A storm appears

there is a shift in the wind

my scent is now hidden

perhaps this is not the end

Hunters and dogs retreat

a gift of another day

serenity and peace return

as I go my way

copyright 2022 Debbie Pierce


  1. Wow! What a lovely poem! I’m so glad she got a second chance.
    Thank you very much for sharing with our Weekly Prompts ALONE Challenge.

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