"Pull your covers o'er your head for in the morning you'll be dead." jnp

While running through the park today
I met a man who's on his way
To meet his true love 'cross the park
To return before it got dark

He told me what lurks in the brush
When the moon comes out it will rush
To grab my ankles drag me in
Into its den its den of sin

The sun was setting in the west
Thinking I'd give story a test
The man I met was going home
Now I was in the park alone

Red eyes slash whip tale dragging me
Next morning children played with glee
In this same park I see them from
My den I wait for dusk to come.......



Jane Noponen Perinacci