something runs in the woods

It runs naked in the woods poem by steven james humphreys

sun setting as it should

day is dead gone and good

something runs in the woods

doors are closing creatures wake

something walks by the lake

flapping wings shades are pulled

tractors parked miles away

farmer dogs barking loud

howling things wearing shrouds

starlight glistens through the clouds

around our heads spiders weave trapping webs

for those things we dread we pray

will not float above the sleeping bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Author: Steven James Humphreys

Me and my wife live with our wonderful pets. I hope you like my blog finding it informative, meaningful and entertaining. I write about varied subjects having written books for sale on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

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