I had a feeling that would not cease.
It crept over me and would not release.
Persistently poking like a nagging pest.
The irksome mood did not let me rest.
Later that day, as a passenger I traveled.
Suddenly my leisure became unraveled.
Proceeding into the path of on coming cars…
I shouted, 'Watch out! ' What fate was ours?
Urgent brake pressure was rapidly applied.
A perpendicular lane was open for a glide.
A potential crash vehicle cleared our fender.
Relieved, we realized our escape was slender.
We were all spared from a frightful disaster…
Was I able to warn because of the forecaster?
With prayerful thanks, we’ll see another dawn.
For some reason, my unsettling feeling is gone.
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/premonition-9/
