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ENCOUNTER IN THE FOG The mystic of the fog was calling As I stepped out of my door. The temperature was falling As fog deepened even more. Transformed into a fairy land, Fields usually brown and bleak, Frost clung to everything on hand, Ice glistened on the creek. I trod the road amid the mist, The air was cold and damp. My skin by fog was lightly kissed As on my way I tramped. Fog enveloped all sound, Making it muffled and subdued. Footsteps crunched on frozen ground, With each step renewed. Fog is ponderous and silent, Isolation brings a thrill. I love to wander in it's depths, Alone among the hills. Out of the dense and shrouded haze She suddenly appeared. She fixed me with a curious gaze, I sensed there was no fear. She fell in step and beside me walked, Keeping her distance still. Neither of us attempted to talk, As we wandered down the hill. She had huge brown eyes with golden flashes, And lovely auburn hair, Frost clinging to long eyelashes, A demeanor of devil may care. Not a word was ever uttered, Frozen breath floats on the air, Our footsteps echoed on the road As we shared a moment rare. Then without a backward glance She moved off in the fog, From whence she came along by chance, To join the road I trod. I never saw her there before, And never will again. I'll wonder now and evermore From where the lady came. The walk had left me quite refreshed, And satisfied somehow. Now in case you never guessed, The "lady" was a cow. |
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This was written strickly for the "fun" of it. Enjoy
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