Evening at the Tabard Inn
by Robert Segarra

Evening at The Tabard Inn,
Fireplace grown cold and grim,
Fireflies across the square
Flit and flutter through the air.

The evening's coming to an end
At our beloved Tabard Inn,
I dread the midnight and the eve
And next daylight when we must leave.

Footsteps falling as we sleep,
Made by many ghostly feet,
I dare not blink nor stir an eye,
For dawn may catch me by surprise.