Lowly crouching by the open fire in the wilderness
he thought hard yet was relaxed
settled in the encampment for the night
in the deep dark wooded forest
with only a few members of his tribe
had to stay alert as danger was near
as the any enemy was not be far away
hidden deep in the brush keeping them from bay!
There was a bright moon the ponies stood nervously
as if knowing trouble was very close at hand
no sleep would be had during the night
they cautiously hovered tense and alert
the fire crackling and flames flickered and banged
the battle seemed so far away and distant
few had escaped the wrath of the fray
as to their gods they did quietly pray!
A stream ran closely by where they all gathered
enabling them to clean the wounds they’d received
only flesh injuries nothing to slow them down
knew it was unwise to stop here at all
sweat covered his brow his senses on full alert
with movements and sounds of dried twigs
tension around him as he took a defensive stand
as with a firm grip held his knife he had in his hand!
There was no sanctuary or peace of mind
they could not stay here or rest
while there was a chance had to escape
those who were closing in on them all
together in a dangerous but equally cautious move
headed down along the water course
untying their animals and stealthily walking
silently found a footpath riding clear of those stalking!
On the back of their ponies how they did ride
as arrows where whisking by their heads
keeping very low to avoid being hit
making their escape from this violent attack
but hitting trees and slipping on the ground
with deadly purpose did they pound!
Pushing the animals hard they did not intend to stop
making sure there was the distance
from the pursuing raiders close behind
knowing they would not easily give up
safety now was only a few miles away
as their village was coming into sight
there would be many braves on this day
hoping the enemy would fall back and stray!
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