Lair

A silence falls quickly
and unnoticed over the canopy
An eerie hush now rules

A man and his dog
stop and listen
Turn tail and run

For stories abound
of the wood
And what resides there

A story as old as time
of something ancient
That calls the forest home

For in the darkness of
the trees it awaits
Ready to rise and take

For it hungers and thirsts
for more than it has
and desires more to satisfy it

Until then it slumbers
and awaits the feast
Watching in its lair