#WritcoPoemPrompt37


Lurking in the shadows,
Creeping in the distance,
Limping to the nearest bush to hide, camouflage.
As the flowers swayed side to side and the birds sang their delicate song,
And the cats on the fence ran to the roof of Mr Smith's house,
And the ants on the tarmac path ran and dashed and hurried,
And the mice crept and kept looking for the luscious cheese,
And the old men continued walking back to the village,
Where the robins hide in the tree,
And the berries that grow on trees can kill you,
And the ambience of the forest will make you feel like you are dreaming.

But back in the town of Chrysanthemum,
Danger lurked in the houses of Mayberry...