I Was Being Followed

I was being followed,
Yet heard not a single sound,
I sensed it in the shadows,
It followed me around,
I felt it watch my every move
From its beady little eye,
I was being followed
And yet I don't know why?

I kept on walking briskly,
I dared not to stand still,
For fear was fast encroaching,
Stealthing for the kill,
The hunter now the hunted,
My bounty bore the scent,
Attractive to my stalker,
Who still remained absent.

As mist crawled from the water
And crept along the shore,
I thought I heard a whisper,
A single word, no more,
My name, as sighed upon the wind,
So eerie was the call,
My hackles rose, my breath was stemmed,
My tears began to fall.

I tried to run on leaden legs,
Alas, to no avail,
For quagmire held me in its stead,
Fear grabbing at my tail,
It cast its web upon me,
Trapping me within,
I was being hunted,
Yet could not turn and run.

Just as it would reveal itself,
I woke up in a sweat,
It was just another nightmare,
Borne of deep regret,
Neglect of Mother Nature,
Whose spirit roamed the earth,
I was being swallowed,
And she was my last berth!