Almost the End
He clung desperately to the rope,
Panic set in, he felt no hope.
What a stupid idea of his this was,
To think he could out-climb those paws.
Which padded below and circled round,
Waiting for him to fall to the ground.
A shout in the distance, then loud drums,
People were coming, he heard them run.
Snarling and roaring came from below,
Shots rang out, then nothing more.
He felt a hand guide his feet steadily down,
Relief engulfed him, he was safe and sound.
By Colleen Hart