squonk poem
hiding behind a mask of pain
she drowns in her own tears
streaming down her face like rain
hiding away for years
a Pennsylvanian wonder
never before seen
she only comes out during thunder
for humans are too mean
her heart is of gold
her skin is quite rough
her species is old
she hopes she'll be enough
she lives in the woods unknown
her home destroyed by the timber industry
she will always be alone
but she will never feel abandoned or
lonely
