Open Link Night at dVerse, and we post a
poem of our choice. I rarely write on the
dark side, but this one was fun.
Submitted to dVerse Open Link
February 21, 2019
Deep in the woods at the dead of night
when fog shrouds the forest paths
and small creatures burrow deep for safety,
the Gonnagetchas snuffle and growl.
Evil settles over the countryside
in a dank miasmic cloud of discontent.
Babes are restless in their cribs and
seek their mother’s comfort. Dogs cower
and bark at shadows.
In the branches of the tallest oak the owl
asks “Who?“ and small birds chatter timidly
in response. Behind the barn, the cattle
huddle a bit closer and move restively. Chickens
cling fearfully to their roosts and exchange
clucks of concern.
I pull my covers ‘round my ears, listen to
the tick tock of grandma’s old clock, and
wait for dawn to come and save me.