Fear Of The Wild Poem by Edward A. Morris

Into the mossy woods I creep,
Where daylight flees and shadows leap.
Who knows what creatures slink and prowl,
Seen only by the hooting owl?

What's this I hear? A swishing sound!
I freeze. I feel my heartbeat pound.
Although this seems a foolish stunt,
I must be brave: I'm on the hunt.

The prey I seek's a savage fright
With claws that gash and fangs that bite.
It's ten feet long with sleek white hair.
You guessed it: it's the polar bear.

What's that you say? That I must go
To tracts of arctic sea and snow?
If I did that, then don't you see,
This cunning beast might hunt for me!