Bog's Rhetoric

I remember my mom' warn--
"Do not move round the bog.
It swallows and drags."

Perturbed by oracles of hers,
wide eyed walk I made.
I spied myself many times,
lest I would not tread a boggy land .
Susceptible to the bog,
I walked cautiously.
But no hope spared,
the bog was rampant;
as a multi-headed hydra
staring anywhere.
More frightful it was
than my mother could frighten me
in her few words of care.