The Stormy Night

The wind blows through the trees, Casting shadows on the house, The only sound to be heard, Is the scratching of a mouse, A ghostly moan comes from the walls, The cool air smells of mothballs, A scream erupts from a child's chest, Her mother walks in and presses her head to breast, Hush now my child she says as she strokes her hair, Then the thunder roars like a bear, The little girl falls fast asleep, Her mother lays her down there is not a peep, Her mother leaves and closes the door, And the little girl dreams once more.