Curmudgeons                       Hollow

Crunch, Snap, what could it be ?

In the misty forest, I cannot see

 

woosh, cackle, bubble, hiss

my instincts tell me somethings a miss

 

I should run, I should hide

But the roots appeared, my feet are tied

 

I pull and struggle to no avail

Just over the ridge is a haunting wail

 

Towering above it clears the fog

I am frozen still like a sitting dog

 

She found me here, I have no choice

As she draws me in with her spellbinding voice

 

I didn’t believe the tales told

A walking house, all shabby and old

 

Stay on the trail, look for the signs to follow

Or you will meet Curmudgeons Hollow