Stormy's poetry Newsletter & contest Nov; You never know what lies waiting in the forest
The Night of the Frost Owl
As we walked the path back to the car hand in hand
Not paying attention to how late it was
Let alone the darkness that was creeping upon us.
We stopped at the sound of the Frost Owl, not aware of its presence
Such a retching scream within the night
Shaking and frightened we hung on to each other.
Jumping out of our skins as a big-eyed Doe jumped out in front of us
As we wandered about the forest, looking for a way out
With the leaves crushing beneath our feet.
Realizing the Frost Owl was above us
As his cry echoed through the forest
Never to be seen again.
Word count: 111
Line count: 12
Words: big, eyed, doe, frost, owl, wander, leaves, path