Ghoulish Tree
I had never seen such a sycamore tree said my friend Neve.
Was it a coincidence that I found it on Hallows eve?
Had no idea what she was talking about until late that night.
The ghoulish faced tree gave me an incredible fright.
I jumped visibly, and my scream was heard through the night.
Echoing on other trees in the forest, projecting on until light.
Neve, remember the ghoulish tree that gave you a fright?
You were right, I told her. You were right! Right! Right! Right
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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