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