The leaves begin to fall, the pumpkins grow
The grave yards get colder just so you know
That black cats aren’t magic, they are not fun
They don’t sparkle and glitter like the sun
Many dark forests become homes for ghost
A scare crow comes alive and leaves its post
The moon is bright but it’s still very dark
You can’t see the bats fly and a dog barks
Barks at nothing at least that’s what you think
There’s something outside or in the closet
You could go grab the phone but you lost it
Was it the wind or the house settling?
Its noting just my strange mind medaling
Look behind you you’re not alone any more
Copyright © cheyanne lewis | Year Posted 2017
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