21 May 2012

As I walked home one moonlit night on a path through Hartford Woods

I saw a man dressed all in green, and on his head a hood.

He sat there on a fallen log as still as still could be,

And I knew as I watched him sitting there he hadn't yet seen me.

I crept a little closer as the man looked very small,

Then realised, amazingly, he was less than one foot tall.

I couldn't help the noise I made as shock revealed it's self

And I realised my eyes had seen a real life little elf.

The noise drew his attention and he jumped down from his log

And shouted at me, "don't you move or you'll turn into a frog".

But I just smiled and as I did continued my advance,

Till suddenly the world all changed in the shadow of a glance.

I thought I must have slipped and fell as I sat beneath a tree,

But the man who was just one foot tall was looking down at me.

I raised my voice to speak to him but my throat felt sore and stayed,

And to my horror 'RIBIT' was the only sound I made.

A flash of white revealed his teeth as a smile came to his face,

And he returned to sit upon his log and relish my disgrace.

RenardThe Green Man • Opuss № I