Sonnet 58: The Haunted Wood Poem by David Wood

Time drips off the wall clock and down the wall
Sunset throws its cape down over the land,
Evening comes and birds do end their day call
And lovers stroll out and parade hand in hand.
When I see tall trees blowing in the breeze
And a crescent moon rising in the east
With owl searching for rodents not to sneeze,
Or he will lose out on his night time feast.
But with the night comes night time demons clear
Of hobgoblins and witches and their brew,
And ghosts haunting the wood both far and near
To get you feeling very scared and blue.
So stay in the light and stay close to home
Then you only have to fear the garden gnome.