Night Story

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.

by james kennett

Comments (1)

great wording, good poem. thank you for sharing.