The Dark Forest At Midnight Poem by Hannah Grace

The fog scuttled across the almost empty forest
Birds and the buzzing bees all fled
For the morning day was far ahead
And the night crept up to bite
The wolves started to howl with delight
They sat barking at the moons shine
The gleams burst into the gloom's brine
Crows vasted in its wonder and squawked
And flapped their wings in a poisoning doom
you can perceive it as malicious, but it's a shock
Too see something so gray-fully abloom
Creation is a very bumfuzzling thing
but has a very dazzling ring