Night Story Poem by james kennett

Within wood call owl
He hoot and cry!
In night as cold as stone
As creatures live and die.

On broken branch i hie-
They crack and crunch!
Along path as small as snake
By the edge of the ranch.

Still skiff wont move
I heave and heave;
Along edge of the night
with a carpet of leaves.

Stubborn slough, take me!
You full of weed!
I cannot make my force
Take me at the speed.

Really quick, now,
row skiff
to the place
where she lies.