Cottage in the Wood
A small creaky bed by a small shadowed cove.
The torn tattered curtain of a window by the stove.
A young pretty maiden quietly draws near
A dark forgotten stranger through the window he peers
Quietly she creeps, to the door she sees is open
Quickly he dashed to the bed from the kitchen
Hello! she whispers, to softly to be heard
“I’m here.” he answers though she did not hear a word
Sadly, she turns her face a mask of sorrow.
The man emerges from the bed looking forward to tomorrow.
Rebecca Lamprey 