Old House
A house on my street
Falling apart and creepy
It’s old and quite dark
Shutters hanging on their side
And the lights are always off
On the cold front porch
There is an ancient cauldron
It’s surely eerie
Uninterested in who
Might come to visit this house
Coming to the door
I only once rang the bell
Never forgetting
The horrid sounds that came out
Of that deep dark cauldron there
A witch’s shriek and laugh
Is the cackling I did hear
A fear that I felt
Is just indescribable
I never went there again
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2012
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