I found a friend or he found me

Storypoem

 

I found a friend or he found me

 

I see strange phantoms in the mist. Most quickly fade but some persist

Some few I recognise as trees but others still are mysteries.

Fogbound I cannot trust my eyes and my subconscious mind supplies some memories which frighten me. I cannot discount easily.

Of travellers lost in the fog who end up choking in some bog

I am no fool I shall remain until the fog lifts and I see again

The cold damp fog chills me to the bone. I start to feel that I’m not alone

Something, someone is watching me I dare not think what it might be.

I cannot run, I cannot hide I have no choice I must abide.

I feel a presence near to me but there is nothing I can see.

I’m not afraid I’m terrified .what is this thing so close beside

 me that I can feel its panting breath. Is this the day I meet with death.

 I feel a warm touch on my hand and finally I understand.

A stray dog’s found his way to me desiring human company.

Now that he’s found me he won’t leave and I am ready to believe.

 That each of us has found a friend someone on which they can depend.

His very presence comforts me. We wait together patiently.

The fog will clear and we’ll go home He will no longer need to roam

and scavenge for his daily food. He is mine now that’s understood.

A bargain struck without a word but by our inner senses heard.

 

13-Sep-08

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Reviews

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

Man's best friend, or is it friend's best man? Lovely poetic tale, this is! I enjoyed the meter and rhyme pattern and was glad to find a happy ending. :-) Sharon