How It Happened
That TROLL Lost His Nerve

Written By: George L. Avery

t was on a night of hallowed silence
strung amid the autumnal air
i whar angling for me supper
wit a wailing willow pole
expertly cropped
and stropped of branches
then outfitted for the task

i was tactfully reclined
wit me bum imprinted snugly
onto a mossy crickside hassock
overhanging a murkish pool
above which swarmed mosquitoes
adorned in red beret s
rehoning damaged probosci
while regrouping to reconnoiter
on how best to sink a shaft
past the leather o my rindskin
where lay the motherload

the fishing eet was idle as was
the mosquitoes humming threat
what caused me nod involuntary
wit me chin swung on me chest
when i heard a glee o voices
what stirred me from my nap
akin a flock of throated warblers
chirp chirrup chirruping
in a crescendo of gayful song

my nose wrinkled to the feather
o woodsmoke on the air
what caused the hackles tingle
all along my napish neck
as me bluish orb eet ogled
far away into the night
as a portent to anyone
who d dare defile my halcyon

eet wasn t hard to locate em
cuz of their raucus jaybird jive
thirteen brownie scouts
sitting in a sisterly circle
shoulder to shoulder like a wall
wit their faces in the halo
of the campfire s gentle light
they was roasting franks and
fluffy gobs of mellow on a stick
swapping tales of frightful things
that stalked these woods abroad
engrossing talk that held their eyes
fixated on the speaker
and quite unaware that i had snuck
so close that i could capture
any one or all of them
within a breadth of breathing

one hand clutched my haversack
the other was froze a reaching
palm forward fingers spread
like the barbs of a bald eagle
but i was held like one spellbound
by the narrator s horrifying depiction
of monsters i had never dreamed
shared the same neighborhood as i
and lunatics wit a lust for blood
and an affinity towards axes
and other more graphic items
used outside their proper mention

when she told of the bloodybone
with eets withered puckerpuss
what sucked the flesh right off the bone
i near abouts soiled myself

but the topping on the cake
was her vivid picture story
of the little known hidebehind
what could never be eluded
once it took up the chase
eet forever stayed behind you
and never mind
which way you turned to try and foil it
eet hooted like a hooty owl
getting nearer with every stride
till eet would hoot right behind your ear
then have you in eets clutches
to be heard of nevermore

my eyes swelled beeg as saucers
and my jaw bounced off my shins
for the woods was full of hooting owls
who was to know which way to turn
so i leapt in amongst them brownies
wit my beeg eye ogling wild
and i shooed them all to safety
and far away from that dangerous wold
though i had to nudge the stragglers
to make them a bit more bold
they each made it safely home
and i was breathing easier

i returned to me camp
only by light of day
to hurriedly pack my frugal wares
before i searched for a safer home

there s got to be a safer wood
but i haven t found eet yet
for now i reside in the city
subletting an upstairs loft
where every season witout fail
on all hallows eve night
i fill my pantry shelves to limit
and eet grubstakes me thru the year
maybe i ll extend my stay a bit
for i find the city streets
to be less dangerous than the wold
whar abide bloodybones and lunatics
wielding axes and machettes
besides i am the only hidebehind
that the locals need to fear

i am TROLL †

© Disclaimer: I am not a real Troll, I only play one in the dark.
~.oegyreva



Do Be Safe
ON ALL HALLOWS EVE

THE END

09/05/2006



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