Woods (an acrostic “groanversation”)

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Where be the trees?  I cannot see them because of this forest!”

Oy vey!  I should have known you would branch down that path.”

Okay, I see your timber, but don’t worry.  I’m not going to leaf you there.”

Don’t go farther.  My bark is worst than my bite and I am getting pretty hungry.”

So I shouldn’t tell you about how thicket’s getting around here?”

Night (an acrostic poem)

Now as the sunlight faded, her primal emotions rose up within

Instincts kicked in, sending her towards home

Going as fast as she could while the nocturnal awoke around her

Hoots and howls, coupled with leaves rustling from passing animals

To think, this wasn’t a forest but Brooklyn