The moon behind an angry sky
lit the daunting nimbus clouds
and howling wind like deathly screams
tore through the naked oak tree limbs.
Against the gray and black a flash
exposed a visage dark and eerie
far beyond the old dead tree
whose limbs like crooked fingers waved.
The thunder rumbled in the dark
like a crazed and growling dog,
when something moved, then disappeared
behind old fence by the barn.
A chill ran through me like a wave
and petrified I couldn't move -
as crushing weight hit my chest,
I screamed in bloody terror.
Claws punctured my skin as I gasped
and I woke to see a face in fear.
My once sleeping cat now leapt high
and quickly out the bedroom door.
A night Pumpkin and I
will remember ever more.
Copyright © craig cornish | Year Posted 2018