Beware the Troll

Beware the troll as he may lie
in wait for those who happen by, 
this bridge is home, the woods are near,
where traces of them disappear,
and none can hear your distant cry.

His stores are down, but he will try
to swiftly augment his supply
of children's foot and puppy's ear-
beware the troll.

The afternoon may go awry
for those who watch the cloudy sky
instead of heeding, staying clear
of trestle willows weeping here,
on fables now you may rely- 
beware the troll.

Published in "The Dilettante's Garden" and "Eloquence"
by Jack Huber- All rights reserved

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