Night
Night in Cave Poem
blackrose294 posted on Apr 12, 2012 at 01:13AM
The hairy bats, their beady eyes
They screech and scratch, big in size The hooting owl, its creepy call To sound the night to one and all The scuttling of bugs, they scurry about I want it to stop—they really freak me out I hear a low moaning—is there really a ghost? No, just my imagining—the wind at the most But there is a presence, a scary one, in fact For the spirit of the skeleton is actually still intact |