OH HARK 1

The shades of the evening had begun to fall, the ghostly trees rustled
With cautious tread he walked , in his mind a thousand thoughts tussled.
Who was that man with a hat on his head smugly sitting on a tree stump
On his side sat a cat,which looked  quite ferocious and also very plump?

The butterflies in his  stomach started  fluttering  in absolute  fear
As the man looked weirdly at him , on his face a triumphant leer.
A few feet away, paced a man , impeccably dressed in a tuxedo
In his pocket a red handkerchief, on his face an unmistakable glow.

In fear he mumbled, " it is not the best of times only the worst."
When an owl hooted loudly ,  his  heart sank, and  he cursed.
Soon it became very  dark, and a dog let out a vicious   bark
His eyes were pricked to some weird sounds  in the dark, oh hark..

A little distance away from him  was a tree skeletal and brown
Under which sat an obese  man wearing an ornamental  crown.
He shuddered , would he now choke surrounded by weird folk?
 looking fearfully at the  sky where there was a wreath of smoke.

"Wipe that frown from your face and pull  up your socks, dude.
And look sharp ,  you weirdo,  don't you even try being rude".
Who was it,his head jerked , silhouetted in the dark  was a figure.
His face hidden , he was holding a gun, with a hand on the trigger.