Roots Of Trouble
by Leland Waldrip
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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This is a true story. It happened on Monday, February 21, 2005.
Trip to the river along the old jeep track,
Three Jack Russells nosing for a critter,
Checking logs, stumps and forest litter,
Good run for Spunky, Lizzie and Jack.
Jack bays under a blown down root ball,
Return to see what the ruckus is about
When none of them will heed my call.
As I arrive on scene a fight breaks out,
‘Possum, most likely their harried prey,
But no, it’s black — skunk should smell.
Whatever, the dogs were having their say,
But never at a critter like this, truth to tell,
For it growled and fought there in its bed,
Jack yowled. He was in the greatest pain,
In the darkness it was biting his head.
Into the animal I jabbed with my cane,
Loosened its grip, dogs backed from fray,
Then I saw the critter with far more clarity,
Began yelling for the dogs to come away,
They finally did, for them that was a rarity.
They came to me, I now had their ear,
I was very excited, continued to yell,
As a bear emerged, exited to the rear,
Out of sight or I’d have more fight to tell.
Small bear made its getaway quick,
It lunged three times up a tree, fell back,
Went to another, tried the same trick,
Then ran on off leaving only its track.
The dogs were covered in mineral red mud,
Spunky and Lizzie were still quite whole,
But Jack from his wounds was oozing blood,
Eye socket torn, in his neck a tooth hole,
His nose had been raked by claw or tooth,
His ear torn, the bleeding quite profuse.
The bear was not large, to tell the truth,
Or Jack wouldn’t have been turned loose.
Yes, Jack would not have fared so well,
If it’d been mama or papa, and not this bear.
There wouldn’t be a lot of Jack stories to tell,
His story would have ended in the bruin’s lair.
© 2005 R. Leland Waldrip
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|A lot or realism in this one, Leland. Takes you right up close to the action. Hope Jack is doing okay.
|Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
|Leland...I salute you master poet!!!!|
|Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*® Authors & Creations
|Leland, I was more breathless after each line of this true story. I felt as sorry for the young bear as for Jack, both of them simply following their instinctive impulses - well... Lizzy and Spunky too. I dearly hope that all of them are doing fine, and that Jack is healing. These pups can really be some heart-attack givers - as my 10 mutts plus 1 shi-tsu who thinks he's a saint-bernard, to say the least, have taught me... **deep, deep sigh** - so... I also hope that you have now recovered from this disturbing episode, nonetheless shared with us in your very own masterful and always captivating way.
Lots of Love&Hugs
|Reviewed by jude forese
|excellent suspense and story line ...|
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
The rhyme, verse, meter, meaning - poetically superb (as always)!
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|There you were, strolling along, out in nature, and then: YIKES!
Don't let me forget how I loved the way you rhymed this, or how much I enjoyed reading the suspense and the build-up... BUT...
Sigh. Poor Jack! POOR LELAND! Jaysus! Now I'm wondering why you go soooooo far from home when you have bears (egads!) in your "neighborhood" ... or do you live in Timbuktu... that would explain it, of course. (grin) Oh, and I love your writing here... but if we ever go for a walk, we'll do that around my house, where the wildest beast is the neighbor's goldfish. Again i say, poor Jack. (sniff) love ya, katy xox (Please Be Careful!)
|Reviewed by Janet Parker
|I just love exciting or humorous true stories. I'm so glad the three doggies escaped. Very well written.|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Excellent and filled with action Leland!!
|Reviewed by C. J. Stevens
|This is one fine poem! And so graphically rendered that I feel I was there. Your love and knowledge of animals and nature make this a really sparkling flight.|
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|yes this does sound like a true story...i thought it was a skunk|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Leland it sounds like this really happened! You are such a great
poetic story teller, it's hard to know. If so, I'm glad you all
made it safely home! Hope poor Jack is recovered!
love ya ,
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Haha! Sometimes when you want something so bad you could just die, you will. Glad old Jack survived though. Cute.|