A child's ear on the track listening <br />to low vibrations first. Slight fear <br />and trepidations hum. <br /> <br />Ensuing rumblings echo within <br />the stomach lining, sending <br />warnings to the brain stem. <br /> <br />'Move' echoes throughout <br />the nerves. Premonitions <br />create a sense of pending doom. <br /> <br />And still you lie, wanting <br />the chills racing up and down <br />the spine, adrenaline rushing. <br /> <br />As the ground eventually shakes <br />your body begins to scream <br />with life forces surging. <br /> <br />'Jump' is now a prayer <br />whispered by the lush green <br />grass and your unborn <br /> <br />children watching, weeping.<br /><br />Cheryl Lynn Moyer Peele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chicken-9/
