I thought they were just trees in the dark,
But in that forest, something left a mark.
With the moonlight guiding my way,
I heard a rumbling that made me stay.
That night, I saw something red and grey,
Its eyes were burning—like amber-lit fey.
Long slender arms, and broad, bent feet,
Pausing mid-climb, where branches meet.
I stepped on a twig—its snap was loud,
The creature froze like a mythical cloud.
I turned my phone with a trembling hand,
But it vanished before I could understand.
It left a whisper on the leaves, then still—
Clinging to a secret it wouldn't spill.
I came back alive, but never the same—
For now that encounter bears my name.