Wind rushing through the trees,
Howling like a dog at the moon
Making the leaves rustle,
And the branches sway.
Gnarled roots reach out their claws,
Scrapping at your windows,
Twisting their way around anything in it’s path.
A pattering of unseen paws,
Send chills down my spine,
Screeching to each other in communication,
Barking to other beasts in the blackness.
All in the darkness of the night.