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.