I walked looking at a stick.
What brittle branch this is to me.
Would I use it for defense, if I were attack?
On the other hand, would I run and leave it behind?
Maybe rocks will serve a greater purpose.
Two German shepherds stand trained.
I am walking the tracks alone (…by myself).
The two seem to say you had better run little girl.
I was just eight years old then, a youngster.
A fool would have ran with great speed.
However, I want to play a game with fear.
I walk slowly knowing the two knew me.
They came at a trot.
I threw the track rocks.
Listless they fell.
There was a small hill the shepherds had to come up.
When I saw they did not deter, I dashed.
I prejudge the two on the tracks.
The one on the left tore my sock.
I did not stop running until I made it to the Depot.
The two German shepherds went down the hill beside the tracks.
Once at school, I check my left leg.
Only a scratch was there and there is no more to tale.