Mysterous Night
Mysterous night
and I don't have time
to think about it all
This all the time.
I am starting to remember
I was scared and
Ready for bed.
When a knock I heard at
My front door.
I was alone with no one around.
So I sat quietly
And tried not to make a sound
But then I heard a voice
It was a man who could this be
This late at night
Oh God help me.
He was on foot no car I seen.
My heart was racing ever so fast
As the man yelled out
Hey any body home
I've run out of gas.
I dare not make a peep
As I sat still in my seat.
Thank God I heard him leave
What a mysterious night this turned out
Copyright © Sharlotte Newan | Year Posted 2017
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