Alone in the wood
In a mystical foreign land
I held a flower, in the palm
of me hand
As its pedals shed – I sweat profusely
For when it died, I knew I would
too.
So my love for it was as deep
as a great lake
So I cared for it in me little tenet hut,
And prayed to
God for a little bit of luck.
And comfort.
And more water.
And
a child of my own – I was lonely.
As summer turned to fall, and fall into winter
The flower slowly began to wither.
As it faded, I nervously patter-pittered.
As it faded, I nervously patter-pittered.
On the eve of December 21st
A young buffalo appeared from the brush
And was dying of thirst
I gave it all of me food – all of me water
Because I knew I would be gone
tomorrow
And I journeyed away into the
forest with sorrow
I awoke the next morning to my surprise
The flower was dead but I was alive
Yes – LIFE! I will survive!
But there was a problem in this
predicament
I had given me belongings to
the buffalo.
I was
essentially a man with nowhere to go
No water to drink
No food to eat
No safe hut – just trees
and snow
Now I would die – no doubt about that
So I was to kill the buffalo for his
warm fat
And collect what
is mine and take it back
So I prepared an ambush of the greatest
kind
But the buffalo was brilliant to my
surprise
As I looked and hunted for it
vastly
All the while, it was
hunting me.
It snuck up so sneakily under
my eyes
It gored me in the back with its
vicious horns
And started laughing with terrible scorns.
So the last thing I
heard before I died
Was a buffalo
laughing at my demise.
Then I woke up to the smell of eggs
I still had me arms – still had me
legs
So I rushed to me loving wife downstairs
Who made me breakfast that delighted
the air
And I told her of my awful,
Terrifying,
Scary,
Bizarre
Nightmare.
All of a sudden,
there was silence
Just a little too
quiet
The pedals had shed on
all the violets.
I knew there
would be death
Maybe me nightmare
was to be true, the thought of it made me ever so blue
The ending of this
was ever so clear
It made me so sad, I produced a tear
But in the midst of me agony I heard
a far off prance
Can you guess the ending of
this? I bet you can’t!
It gored me wife and
kids, because in Ireland bison roam proud and free
Me
death was much less painful…
I just choked on some eggs.
Lucky me.
Loosely Inspired by: I Heard a Fly Buzz before I Died by
Emily Dickinson
