Written for Monty's Traditional Poetry Contest |
NIGHT GHOSTS I heard the old clock strike three, then it struck three once more; Strange thing to happen, I thought - but it's happened so often before. The darkness hovered around me, I shivered in my old granny gown; Suddenly I heard footsteps, as if walking up the hallway and down. I reached out for the lamp switch but it didn't work, not at all; I heard some very strange noises coming from far down the hall. The hair on my neck started rising as I reached for my flannel robe, I'd set my mind at ease real fast! I'd find out who was in my abode! I quietly opened the bedroom door and took a peek down the hall; Must have left the radio or TV on, a simple explanation, that's all! A chill ran up and down my spine, as silence met me with each step; Their try to scare me succeeded, wish that I could just have slept! Only three o'clock - two more hours before dawn would lighten the sky, If I have to live with night ghosts I'd like to know the reasons why! Light from the living room flickered and there in my old green recliner, lay the cat - watching the early news: bad storms down in North Carolina! The cat jumped almost as high as I and she ran off down the dark hall - then I realized that the "footsteps" were not from an intruder at all! That darned cat makes quite a racket when she feels like moving about; I shut off the TV and went to bed, imagination now shut down and out! As I drifted off to sleep again, a strange thought occurred to me: How could that cat turn on the light and just why would she watch TV? I pulled the covers up around me and tried to block out the sound of the wind and creaking shutters as the night ghosts roamed around. It seems that I am truly haunted by night ghosts of old memories, every night the scene is repeated when they do just as they please. Countrymom 9/21/04 Written for Monty's Traditional Poetry Contest |