The Green Man As I walked home one moonlit night on a path through Hartford Woods I saw a man dressed all in green, and on his head a hood. He sat there on a fallen log as still as still could be, And I knew as I watched him sitting there he hadn't yet seen me. I crept a little closer as the man looked very small, Then realised, amazingly, he was less than one foot tall. I couldn't help the noise I made as shock revealed it's self And I realised my eyes had seen a real #life little elf. The noise drew his attention and he jumped down from his log And shouted at me, "don't you move or you'll turn into a frog". But I just smiled and as I did continued my advance, Till suddenly the world all changed in the shadow of a glance. I thought I must have slipped and fell as I sat beneath a tree, But the man who was just one foot tall was looking down at me. I raised my voice to speak to him but my throat felt sore and stayed, And to my horror 'RIBIT' was the only sound I made. A flash of white revealed his teeth as a smile came to his face, And he returned to sit upon his log and relish my disgrace.