The scorptich man (made up word because I suck at titles)

[cvanshelton]

Revision/correction
 
There is an old man 
in the moss-bound grove
who sits and cackles there.

He rattles his bones 
then screams to the sun
and tugs his matted grey hair.

But on milk moon‘s night
when blue bugs hum,
he whispers quotes of Voltaire


Original

There is an old man in the
moss bound grove
who sits and cackles there.

He rattles his bones then
screams to the sun
and tugs his matted grey hair.

But on milk moon‘s night
when blue bugs hums,
he whispers quotes of Voltaire.