In the Woods, a Cabin-

and with it an ominous chill,
then fear,
You hear the hoot of an owl,
smell woodsmoke,
see a cabin- there, in the clearing-
and you think, humans?
then wonder- friend or foe?
And there comes a sound
as if of chanting,
pleasant, melodious
almost like prayer
it is in a language
foreign, indecipherable
and the voice pulls you closer
( though a part of you wants
to slip away,
back, into the night...)
But the unknown is revealed
by one word,
it comes thickly accented
spoken by a woman
gnarled as a hag,
though seemingly benevolent.
And behind her stands a child,
- an angelic, black-eyed boy
he carries a tray of pastries,
and tiny porcelain cups
brimming with tea.

This poem is about: 
Our world


MVP-Most Valuable Poet

very creative and witty

great job with the words you use to express about the world

it's unique how you took one aspect of a setting and bring it to life

well written

Annette M Velasquez

Thank you- This was just a purely imaginative free- write.

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