The Shriek

It was time to come in from the cold I am no longer young, I am old My legs long and hairy They creak when I walk Once the talk of the town But they now let me down So I hide in the corner and nod off to sleep When all of a sudden I hear a loud shriek What’s all that commotion Well I don’t have a notion Through sleepy blue eyes I take a quick peep There’s a man with a broom head Getting too close for comfort His face is so red, such a gigantic head With the broom head he pokes so I freeze and play dead Then he turns to the Shriek and scratches his head So deciding to move to a place more discreet But confused lose my sense of direction My legs they collapse I am feeling quite weak Running over her legs Running over her feet I panic running over the Shriek Consumed with fright she went out like a light As she crashed to the floor in a heap I was so out of breath for she’d crushed me to death So beware all Arachnids steer clear of the Shriek... Written 26th November 2018 Contest Strand Choice O Sponsor Brian Strand 1st Place