The Wood Eats Things You Know by Gareth Culshaw

It takes the daylight and sends it to the 

stars above. It eats birds too, coughed

up feathers lie on the edge of things.

Regurgitated meals. Clean white bones

lie like spare car parts. Snowdrops come and go.

Bluebells are rounded up like sheep

then taken in one night. Daffodils

vanish one by one, gulped down by 

something unseen, unknown. 

The wood eats things you know.

I think it's best not to linger there too long

or you may be taken too.

Gareth Culshaw is an aspiring writer who hopes one day to achieve something special with the pen.