Spirits in the Woods

They watched me
from the woods

Like spirits they moved,
just whispers in the wind

Golden eyes followed me
there was no escape

I fell into the snow,
strength failing me

They circled
none coming close

But then one braved a step
out into the open

It lowered it great head
and drew back its lips, snarling

I watched it draw closer, step by step
and I saw my face, reflected in pools of gold

I closed my eyes
just as it lunged.