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 swayPhantoms 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 outsidebehind the pines. The light goes out.The powers gone.The neighbor’s shout“What isContinue reading “Night Breeze”