Poetry

Scrabblers

Under the darkened sky

The bugs chitter chat

And the animals sleep a slumber.

In these woods should you scatter.

The legend that holds

Is one that’s a scare.

For horrible scrabblers

Are seen everywhere.

Their terrible teeth

Are Sharper than nails.

They will nip and claw.

No one will answer your yells.

These horrid scrabblers

Are a sight to see.

For they are beautiful creatures;

But don’t let that fool thee.

They will catch you

By their charm,

Never to be seen again.

Their actions will cause no alarm.

The deeper you go

The harder it is to see .

The scrabblers are catching up

You hide behind a tree.

Crunch,crack,is all you hear.

The feel of hot breath

Is at your nose.

You fear this is your death.

The rough fur touches your skin,

The growels are growing louder.

You look for anything to protect yourself,

But nothing was their to be found.

Your eyes are closed shut

And the woods suddenly go quiet.

You open your eyes just a little

Hoping the scrabblers weren’t ready to riot

You look around confused

Was it all just a dream

You start your journey again

And their a beautiful creature is seen.