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A spooky walk home. Rhyme. |
I’ve often walked along that lane, on darkened nights in gloom and rain, And full moon nights so bright and clear, when strange shapes form then disappear. That eerie lane I must admit, has sometimes frightened me a bit, But I’ve not been so full of fright, as when I walked that lane tonight. Two creatures running rapidly, like they were making straight for me. Massive bodies, icy stares, they weren’t foxes, they weren’t hares. They stopped while I stood full of fear, then turned away to disappear. Were the creatures scared of me, or something that I couldn’t see? Dark shapes began to flicker by, they multiplied and hid the sky. Flying demons after me, I ran away trying to flee. A squealing sound rang through the air, I turned around there’s nothing there. The sky was clear but fears remain, that squealing sound rang out again. Tall branches swayed like evil claws, searching for food for hungry jaws. A lonely moth just touched my face, I sprinted off and left the place. Were they badgers, were they bats, were the squeals the sound of cats? I only know I won’t be seen, back down that lane next Halloween. |