The Ravine

Looking down into a deep ravine The shadows cast dark shapes That hid the jagged rocks and empty spaces There were noises of movement from within And a sense of foreboding overtook him He decided to climb down using the ledges Feeling his way as he lowered himself The apprehension he felt deepened As the shadows lengthened Still the movement sounds continued Suddenly he came face to face with the creature With an indescribable face As he drew his revolver he pointed it at creature And backed away without thinking What his next move would be The creature was as startled as him And it back away into a dark deep cave He considered what to do for a moment Until thinking better of the whole thing He climbed out of the ravine and back to the top. © Paul Warren Poetry