A Run at Night Was a Scary Sight
Away from cars, under stars.
Away from bars, isn't that Mars?
It seemed perfect, it seemed right.
It wasn't dark, it was darker than that.
It started so subtle, with no one in sight.
I looked left, I looked right.
As the scary noises grew in the night.
Brustle in the bushes as I flashed my light.
I heard this, I heard that.
The noise was too loud, it couldn't be that.
This animal was not that, it wasn't a cat.
Rabbits run wild on this very trail.
The rabbit, the hare, it couldn't be that.
It couldn't be that, it was not a cat.
Was it a lion, was it coyote?
My mind ran wild as if on peyote.
Left, right, the noises grew.
Was I their meal, was I their stew?
As I headed back, my pace increased.
Running fast, away from the beast.
I saw the bunnies, I saw the hare.
The howling animals gave me a scare.
Not all for naught, as I was not caught.
At the end of my run, no longer fear.
There was no deer, only a beer.