It runs naked in the woods poem by steven james humphreys
Spiritual poetry

something runs in the woods

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… Continue reading something runs in the woods