Leaving her granny’s, a little past eight
The full moon was low, Sue knew she was late.
The trail to her home, was distant and dark
Traveling by moonlight, she thought it a lark.
The first quarter mile, the trail narrowed down
Sue’s feet felt the grass, though making no sound.
Breathing grew labored, with sweat on her brow
Sue plowed on ahead, no stopping her now.
Sue began trotting, expanding her pace
Trees that she passed by, leaves slapping her face.
Owls began screeching, screams piercing the night
Sue’d seen them before, they filled her with fright
Gold eyes appearing, ahead in the lane
Gave Sue a quick start, heart racing in pain
What could it be, she stopped in mid-stride
What does it intend, oh, where can I hide?
Sue didn’t come home, no signs left behind
The trail has gone cold, steps hard to find
Gold eyes is waiting, there near the trail
Waiting for someone, thus ends the tale.