Monday, 15 January 2007

Close Encounters of The FWOOOP kind

I just wanted a photo of the view,
So I stepped over the fence,
Onto the ankle-length grass.
Lifting the camera to my eyes,
I took the picture.
Then I heard it.
A strange but familiar sound,
Soft but distinct:
A very clear, very eerie,
Very chilling sound,
Something I reckon I'd heard before,
Probably in a National Geographic documentary,
I looked down,
And immedietely leapt away,
For a mere two feet away,
Staring at me menacingly,
Was this:

I wonder if it was poisonous?

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