The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

Who knows what secrets it may keep.

I dare not stop, I dare not leap,

Mustn’t wake the dangers that are asleep.

The mist descends to take a peep,

The clouds close in, the winds sweep,

And so it is that the trail turns steep.

About the post:

The photo is from my own collection, got this while walking in the woods in Mcleodganj. It freaked me out for a second until my hubby suggested that it looked like a monkey’s skull. I was lo...