Night Terrors <br /> <br /> Whippoorwill calls in the swamp at night, <br /> Lonely soul, flies it's fluttering flight. <br /> <br /> Panther prowls with silent, slinking tread. <br /> 'Hit screams lak a woman, ' grandma said. <br /> <br /> The swamp is deep, black and cold. <br /> Cottonmouth grows big, mean, and old. <br /> <br /> The moss grows thick, like hair on a hog. <br /> It hides the critters that hide in the bog. <br /> <br /> 'Don't ye go 'air, boy, ' my grandma said, <br /> 'Now listen to me, child, or end up dead.' <br /> <br /> 'If ye be seen in 'at ol' Gator's eye, <br /> Ye mark muh words, ye'll shorely die.'<br /><br />Willie Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-terrors-10/
