Legend of the Webber
During a wintry storm in Newfoundland
A very pregnant mom went into labour
All on board died when ambulance crashed
The fate of that night was in no one's favor
When others finally arrived on the ghastly scene
They discovered mother's stomach was ripped apart
Not from the outside in, but from the inside out
Claw marks to get out chilled everyone's heart
In the freshly fallen snow distinctive tracks were found
Of tiny webbed newborn baby hands and feet
Grew to be known as Webber living deep in the woods
Coming out after dark to devour children as a treat.
As a child I was warned regularly to be home before dark
The fear of being eaten , I did not have to be told twice
I truly believe that my mother and grandma thought this to be true
Snuggled safely at home before twilight was sound advice
March 4, 2020
-~For Favorite Legends Poetry Contest ~
~ Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke ~
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