A pit of man-eating something
Walking away, it was pitch dark;
without the flashlight that I carried,
the dog and I might have fallen
into a pit of man-eating something.
On the way back,
a near half-full moon
illuminated the walk.
The cars that passed us were criminal;
the speed that they passed us by going
at was dangerous to them, and dangerous
to us.
I hadn't walked in awhile.
I wore the wrong shoes.
The dog had fun, though;
he always has fun on walks.
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