The Bark

The night was dark, in the park when I heard a bark then a ringing bell, blood curdling yell straight from Hell A loud clunking sound from the ground had me spellbound by the ploys of the noise, but still maintained my poise. I shed a tear from fear, but there was no one near. No hand to hold, when I felt so cold, then behold! Revealed, what had thus been concealed, an old airfield Two ghostly planes and blood stains, wings secured by chains The thump sound was a pump used to clean out the sump The barking ceased. Time to feast, or a brew, at least! August 20, 2020 Keen Observation I Poetry Contest Sponsored by Funom Makama