The night that time stood still 🦉

I was camping underneath my canvas, on the top of Humbleton hill

This adventure lasted like forever, and I shall always reminisce the sheer thrill

That strange night the big bright old Mr. Moon turned as black as coal, against his want and will

Well I think I listened to a Tawny Owl a’hooting nearby

When time stood still, my watch on my left wrist stopped dead, I tell you no lie

Then for fifteen minutes or maybes more, I thought that I might die

Though this calamity could well have lasted  longer, one knows well how that time does fly

Anyways just as I was drawing my last breath, that Tawny Owl shrieked a shrilling “SCREAM!!”

And I opened up my weary eyes, betwixt this timelessness of extreme

When all of a sudden and from out of the blue, things were not at all as they did seem…