Halloween
Halloween
She innocently ventured down
the staircase in her dressing gown
a chore that she'd forgot about
to put empty milk bottles out.
Put warm key in ice cold lock
then opened door and froze in shock
a silhouette in the half light
had struck her pale, eyes wide in fright.
She staggered back against a shelf
and gradually composed herself.
Fear turned to anger as she cried
'You idiot, I could have died!'
She thought it early for such capers
but I'd only been to fetch the papers.
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