A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park short poem

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Round the corner, there is a park
I started walking through, which is scary and dark.
I paced up when I heard the dogs bark.
I was so scared as I started to embark.

There’s no light except for the moon which is bright.
I am a little scared and so held my bag tight.
Looking for a company, but there’s none in sight.
I am walking fast with all my might.

I felt like I started to freeze.
Which is the effect of the cold breeze.
I can hear the owl hooting over the trees.
Which is in rhythm to the sound of my keys.

I saw something across the skyline.
Which sent chills down my spine.
I thought it’s my death sign.
But it’s my wife shouting it’s fine.

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WINFRED MUTINDI
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the rhythm is just awesome. love it

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