Wendigo wood

 He got lost in the shadow
somewhere ouside of the ghost town
reaching for civilization
As the camp was disturbed
as the forest came alive
He wanted to save himself from the alien screech
something out there well inside the canopy of the forest

Phonebox up ahead on glass fatty stain
All visible through the yellow street lamp
Bursting through it just to see
No reciever on the end of the cord
looking back toward the woodland hill
Something sways close to the trees
On this shocking windless night
Perhaps a chenoo

Legs get up horse like, the instinct to run visceral
Those echoing footfalls racing around his awareness
Houses darkened windows front doors missing
Nothing lives here
Lopsided Kewok has all night to find him
Lost in itself like an abandoned dog
Frost energizes the creature

Leaving the empty village
Fear so vivid he could taste it on his tongue
Every muscle pulsating to encourage his legs to run
Peripheral vision on high alert
wild and abandoned land
breathing him in

The panicked man searched for an exit
an ounce of relief at getting onto a wider road
sprinting along that main road 
At some point he hoped would link up to a highway
The further he ran the narrower the road got
As undergrowth from the forest had consumed it

The fight in him crushed by fear and panic
As things stirred in the forested margins
that were slowly huddling into the road
Again that alien screech abrupted his thoughts
A few miles behind