Shadow Wood 2016
Posted on November 2nd, 2016 by headspook
Scary, scary night,
Bats and owls and sheepdogs hoot,
Well, really only owls will hoot,
Cuz sheepdogs bark and bats go “chik!” “chik!” “chik!”
Splendid in his tree,
The hoot owl hoots a mystery,
An octave below middle C,
Like dogs and bats just almost never do.
The silence hitherto, was absent all this ballyhoo,
The dark so deep it was a spooky blue,
You’re likely to be eaten by a grue.
Is that a shadow, waltzing to and fro,
Perhaps it’s time to go.
Life as just a head on a stick, propped in a corner of the garage, isn’t much. I suppose it’s better than being just a head on a stick, say … in an outhouse, with a roll of toilet paper jammed on your nose.
Even so, you’re still just a head on a stick. And so was poor, poor Pariah. For six long years she peered from her corner behind the step ladders. An innocuous presence, her derelict existence perfectly depicted the essence of her name while her two sisters, Calamity and Infamy, enjoyed a heightened status of being heads on much longer sticks.
I’ts a tossup whether or not building a body for Pariah has contributed to her existential beauty, but there were always supposed to be three Grim Sisters.
