Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Skeptic No More

I'd heard tales of the big bird lore,
Stuff the river folk like to tell.
With wing spans of ten feet or more,
Soaring out from the bowels of hell.
I'd heard the tales to be polite,
But didn't give them too much thought.
Then, I was walking home one night.
The town square was an empty spot.
Just my baby and I were there.
But suddenly, I was knocked down,
My baby snatched into the air.
My screams echoed through the town.

The big bird soared off with its prey,
Taking my sweet baby away.