Who Is Your Neighbor

My neighbor is an older man so ghastly and thin with his creepy demeanor and a toothless grin On pins and needles to the mail box I run looking side to side uneasy and high strung With a slap of his screen door on the porch he stood looking straight at me wearing an ungodly red hood With a broom in his hand he starts doing a flaky dance I try not to look but bewitched I stare at him in a trance Mysteriously I wonder why he's hitting his roof when I notice an eerie wasp nest and with a flee I scoot. 9/9/15 T Reams copyright