The following poem was written in response to #Crimson’s Creative Challenge #70.
What lurks beneath?
Perhaps something with very large teeth.
Will it bite me if I look to see?
Will it bite me in the knee?
Maybe it’s friendly
Maybe it’s deadly
I don’t wait around
Time to leave this town
Running as fast as I can
Back to my van
Susan's Place 
Oh, I hear ya! … 😉
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Thanks for commenting and nice to meet you.
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🙂 Same here!
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If it’s a stray cat hiding, we can rescue it!
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Yes, and perhaps it’s the one from the library 🙂
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I’m outta there as quickly as these old legs will carry me.
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🙂
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I definitely got the feeling there was some form of evil lurking….
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Some pictures do that to me 🙂
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Wonderful. Now I’m seeing trolls or maybe snakes, or maybe it’s the lair of something ancient, something foul. Thank you for prying open that imagination for me !
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Thanks, and sorry for that …. 🙂
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You’re forgiven 🙂
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🙂
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