Creepy House

On my street I lie in wait I see the house that’s yet to wake It dark and gloomy full of sounds Like wind and rain and howling hounds Squeaky swaying in the breeze Creaking, croaking of nearby trees But a boy am I too curious I must enter and see the house I enter in the light is still Just seeping from the window sill Then in it comes and startles me A sound that is just so ghostly I run but see a shadow grey Stunned but cannot look away I close my eyes and shield my head Certain that I will be dead Then I feel a gentle paw It’s soft and creaking on the floor I open my eyes and there I see A cat sits there in front of me I laugh and think what of me How silly could I really be? I walk as gently as a mouse And step out of that old, old house I see the cat and wave goodbye The cat just looks into my eye If I had stayed little while I would have seen that old cat smile And turn into a ghost of night That would have caused me quite a fright And then dark as night it disappeared A room once filled now is clear.