Winds Prank

Gray fog ease under darken night; Consumed by tears and frozen fright. Trees lie upon forest dense floor, As bitter chill wind flows and snore. In darkness inward whirls around. Wolfs, howl! Owl hoots! A riled screams sound. I am chill to the bone; I shout. Flashlight flickered, flared and went out. The doorknob turns. Shush, not a word; It shuts close, snap of the lock heard. Frigid chill stream through the dim air; Crackling fire burns, do not known where. Ashes and smoke fly all around; Fire licking up like tongues abound. Hush, hush, she hangs from the rafter. I run, from the wind's shrill laughter. 10/7/2021 Something Spooky 8 To 16 Lines Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin