The man awoke, shook off his dreams,
Inhaled the crisp, cool air.
The forest breathed as each sunbeam
Danced off each dew affair.
The smoldered coals of yesternight
Called for company,
So the man trekked to a lake
To bait himself a crappie.
As his eyes swam cross the loch
They massed an abstruse shadow.
The shadow legged did not walk
Mere adopting the meadow.
He fixed his gaze unto the figure
Opposing it to flee,
But when the shadow remained inert
He left it to the trees.
The man he made his way to camp
Though now the air was ill.
A stitch evolved into a cramp,
The dew had but distilled.
The remainder of the day was lost,
Trepidatiously demised,
Hangover from the lake figure
Perturbed the lone man’s eyes.
Night ran among the heavy pine,
And settled on the brush,
And all along the lone man's spine
Horripilation spread a rush.
The shadow rose up to the man
And as it wrapped around his cape,
Its arms bristled like a lariat,
The man found his escape.
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