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 ~