10th
Don’t Go Near the Woods at Night
Darkness eats the grass and trees
Creeping on devouring all in its
Wake
No time to linger
The prickly man lingers
In the forest shadows
Waiting for a tender victim
A tasty morsel to
Happen along
There lives the Hodag
And the Axe Handle Eater
And all manner of malicious beasties
Waiting for their turn
Skulking in the eaves of the forest
Waiting for one to dare to
Approach
Hard beaks, thorny arms
Sharp fangs and crushing claws
Await the overbold who intrudes
So leave the dark dank moldy mossy forest to them
Stay in the light where they dare
Not tread
Or burn to ash and
Be whisked off by the night breeze
Fear them not behind closed doors
And solid walls
Ignore the scratching and the wheezing
And the disconnected footsteps
All in your dreams
And the morning sun will show you
Only the trees
