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.
Copyright © Nadine Hof | Year Posted 2007
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