Just inside the fog
As the dawn begins to clear
A low growl is rumbling
Just outside the range to hear
Around the bend of the path
The underbrush grows fierce
The growl no longer far
It’s pitch behind to pierce
To travel into fear
Is a step to sometimes take
To live in it seems foolish
Old habits hard to break
Good2begone 
Intriguing and poignant tone you’ve created. 👍🏻
Thank you very much!!
You are welcome very much!