Sometimes little things

Make you scream

Like mean little pictures

About everything. 
And the lights of the day

Ranging from orange till black

Make you hear all the things

In the dark

Which go CRACK. 
…and you know you hear someone

At the window? At the door?

And you feel some whispering you didn’t feel


And the words gape open

Like an old man’s snore

And he wishes you

That: Happy Hallow’s Eve. 
Just a cute Halloween poem. 🙂 

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