Bryn Strudwick Poet Rhyme

DISTURBING

DISTURBING

Last night at the witching hour,
I was woken from a dream
By the sound of ghostly howling
And a shrill primaeval scream.

I opened one eye cautiously
And there above my bed,
A saw an apparition
That filled me full of dread.

It hovered for a moment,
Then flew around the room,
Muttering incantations,
A harbinger of gloom.

The wardrobe door was slamming,
The light flashed off and on.
The curtains billowed in the wind.
I cried out, “Please be gone.

“Oh, all right,” said the spectre,
With a disappointed sigh.
Then it flew out of the window
And up into the sky.

I nearly used an expletive,
But I never use that word.
So I used initials only
To query  what had occurred

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