Ghost Story of Southeastern Michigan

Sonnet.

Beware of the Dog Lady on her isle
in Lake Erie, just south of Lotus Bay.
She walks the country roads every night while
the moon shines its opaque, nocturnal rays.
Her hungry hounds claimed her tongue as their own
and an eye. Half blind, she groans as she takes
her boat ashore, seeking out those who moan
on the curved bay leading to Lover's Lane.
When she finds entranced lovers on her walk
hidden by the wearisome willow trees
she attacks, longing for a tongue that talks.
Windows and doors fall from their car like leaves.
Long starved, she feasts upon the eager mouths,
in the moonlight, of the two still-mouthed youths.