( A Narrative Poem based on a true encounter in the Himalayan Mountains)

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

-William Blake

As it happened one cold winter night,

I bleakly remember the air was of fright.

I trudged on a road tired and weary,

watching my steps turn heavy and dreary.

 
The air transformed into grim and cold, 
 
trilling's and chirpings came to an end.
 
Everything was clasped, by an eerie hold; .
 
A strange rustling, was it a fiend to slay? 
 
 
 
Did I see a ghost in sight?  
 
It pounced and perched from a shadowy bark, 
 
as it tapped , I glanced at its speckled back; 
 
A beastly creature,  it has no match. 
 
 
What are thou? I shivered at it's types,  
 
with speckled yellow and black stripes.  
 
A terror took over my heart, which was beating fast, 
 
I knew the ghostly spell has been cast.