Spooky Poem by Chris Bunton
Cool night breeze.
Frogs chirping,
sounds no one sees.
Crickets strumming.
A dog warning.
That long train,
whistle far away.
Is it gonna rain?
Shadows sway
Phantoms play.
Mosquitoes hide,
from the wind,
Waiting to feed.
Long ago thoughts,
invade the mind.
The Banshee calls.
Did someone die,
down the hall?
Mystery lurks outside
behind the pines.
The light goes out.
The powers gone.
The neighbor’s shout
“What is going on?”
The storm looms strong.
Bio: Chris Bunton is a writer, poet and blogger from Southern Illinois. He has published in several magazines, and has written a poetry eBook called “Against the Man” and an Addiction Recovery eBook called “Made Free: Overcoming Addiction“ His newest book is called “The Future is Coming” and is a collection of dystopian short stories.
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