 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 11-June 05:54:58 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 153204
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The VAMPIRE OWL.
[time] => 2009-09-14 07:11:33
[hometext] => Please comment on and rate. Better to have negative feedback than no feedback at all.
[bodytext] => Deep in the woods in the darkness of night a little boy lost got a terrible fright, for deep in the shadows came a blood-curdling growl it was the dreaded sound of a vampire-owl. As the sound of its wings began to come near the little boy trembled and cowered in fear, and though he tried so hard not to panic he had to escape from this beast so satanic. So, running as fast as he possibly could slipping and tripping on things in the wood, looking for some place in safety to hide where that vampire-owl could not get inside. But all he could find to offer protection was a very small log with a hollowed-out section, into which he did scamper as fast as could be to escape from this creature so hideously. But the vampire-owl had the scent of its prey and was determined that he would not get away, and homing right in on the scent of the kid it didn't take long to find where he hid. On powerful wings it flew down through the trees down where the boy crouched on stiff bended knees, and peering inside, it let out a loud screech for its juicy next meal lay just out of reach. Safe from the threat of those razor-sharp teeth the little boy let out a huge sigh of relief, "i'm safe inside here" he thought with a grin "there's no way that vampire-owl can get in." But the vampire-owl would never surrender a little-boy meal, so delicious and tender, and using its fangs like the teeth on a saw upon the wood of the log it did gnaw. Little by little it widened the hole and soon was within reach of its succulent goal, and using its tongue like a sensitive finger upon the flesh of the boy it did linger. It tasted the fear that oozed from his skin and could not wait for the feast to begin, the little boy smelled the stench of its breath and knew he was only seconds from death. Closing his eyes, he whispered a prayer a plea that would help him escape this despair, to escape from the threat of this cold-hearted beast and avoid ending up a delectable feast. But after a time, he opened his eyes and when he did he got a surprise, for there he was all safe in his bed the darkness had gone and the creature had fled. But, outside his window, perched high in a tree sits a creature whose eyes glow so hideously, patiently waiting for sleeps sweet embrace to envelop the boy - and to continue the chase. John Kent 2000. © [comments] => 1 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 5 [informant] => TsunamiWaverider [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 125 [ratings] => 27 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com