Down the Path

By: MJ Whelan

The little path in the woods calls to me

The quiet whispers of mad adventure

Oh, how they will never leave me to be

Oh, that forever accursed temper!

I finally went a ways down the path

The trees whispered and gossiped, what about?

I found an old and forgotten birdbath

There was a little carving with a pout

I went too far down the small path, oh woe!

I fear, for the woods are dark around me

I hear the dark cry of an unseen crow

I wonder if the call is a banshee

It is so dark now, the woods are alive

I have taken shelter, I won’t survive…