Spooky Night
heavy is the night
balmy breezy eve
moon insanely bright
powerful place to grieve
ghosts paraded in his mind
urging him to leave
I think it was vastly kind
This was the night demons prowl
Soul dreams of his did bind
heard large cat give off a yowl
was this then to be his end?
now I heard a white wolf’s growl
hoot of owl against the wind
let him know he was his friend
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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