Fear Not

There are more poets than branches in a forest.
And each branch bears enough nuts to topple a tree.
Any tree left standing to ill-fated winds
deserves to be applauded by who’s behind.
At night fear not playing checkers with a horror
or pulling the tail of a skunk at dawn.
Wordplay is all it takes unless you believe 
Shakespeare lies peeping in the weeds.
No matter if a Sea Elephant bites you in the trunk,
praise the imagination beyond placed words.
Knock on wood if you feel right.
If you don’t : Night-night!

I’m not here to make fun of the turn-style.
Who knows where to go if you don’t?
Shred yourself if you see the train coming.
Leaving the wood is not for naught.
Another one will come along.
The Pecker will challenge the Nightingale’s song.
Forget about the feet of the mouse.
The owl will spot every creep and rustle.
In the middle of that glorious bustle
he’ll hoot to the root and grouse.