Han Marlo Poet Free verse

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There is a tapping at my window.
At first, i think it to be
a ghostly vizard
commanding my attention
with long, crooked fingers waving,
greeting me as an old friend.

The more i stare, the more i am unnerved,
but as the wind eases,
the tapping eases too,
and the storm of my thoughts settles.
Provoked by the frightful breeze,
you are but a humble tree.

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Karen Jones September 28, 2023 at 2:31 PM This is so cool. Happened when I was an imaginative child. Good job. Han Marlo October 9, 2023 at 2:11 AM Thank you! It happens often for me, my neighbours have a tree in their garden and its branches stretch out towards my bedroom window. Its the stuff of nightmares on a windy night!