A Desperate Anthology to Non-Angsty Poetry

The Forest

 Everyone seems to be scared of the forest at night

Why?

Is it the bats that loom overhead

As they create shadows in the night light?

Or maybe it's this sticks as the snap in two

As the bear searches for food?

No one will ever know the reason

The truth of the night.

What will everyone do if they get turned into a vampire?

Wander the city under city lights and end up becoming a pile of dust under the city light?

Maybe it is isn't so bad in the forest at night

The blinking turn signals of fireflies dot the sky becoming like stars falling to the ground

The quiet lull of the winding brook causes bullfrogs to croak and cicadas to sing.

Maybe the forest isn't scary at night because it gets dark,

But because it becomes another world that our society doesn't seem to understand quite yet.

This is my least favorite poem that I've written, but might as