The Light Coming From the Dark House
The fields of wheat have grown tall,
and the path is almost invisible,
and over there the little girl stares
at the light coming from the dark house.
She wonders who lives in that big, scary house,
which only the owls watch from a roof color maroon;
and while there's no sign of the iridescent moon,
its silver moonbeams startle a scurrying mouse.
" Who lives there? " " Is he the graveyard keeper? "
" Why only one window is lit? " She suspiciously asks herself
by not going forward a foot, thinking of turning back
and be safe at home...dreaming of her adorable heart-breaker.
Imagine if this frightening scenery were real,
she would run like a hunted zebra and scream her lungs out,
discovering that the light coming from the dark house is used for a kill...
and the murderer is none other than the rabbit eater with a voice so tart!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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