Scared

by Michaela Neal aged 15

The werewolf howled, so piercing, shrill,
a cold vibe went down my neck,
it howled again, so near? So far?
Whatever will it do next?
The wind it blew. the howl travelled far
I was worried and hid undercover in the car
the window tapped, not once but twice,
it was my end here, I almost cried.
The werewolf came he shook my arm
no way again could I be calm
I moved, I ran I took to heel,
his breath on me, I still could feel.
the fields I took, the track the hedge and hurried off my life to pledge
the werewolf’s real, I know it is, but for this year now, he’s in my head,
I’m safe and sound and he’s not here,
just wish from my mind he’d disappear.
Held my breath, too scared to look
and then the heat upon my face
I felt and sighed, so scared I almost cried…
but still I’m here, I have awoken,
the werewolf now phew just a joke,
a dream, a vision, all gone now, wow so real …
Unreal? But how..

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