Dark And Gloomy Night

• Holly D, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

Twas a dark and gloomy night,
The wind was howling,
And the moon was bright.
I walk towards the haunted house,
Creaking stairs,
A dreaded mouse.
The ragged cloths,
Eaten away,
By horrible moths.
The dusty bed,
Above it,
Is a prize deer head.
The telephone rings,
Ring… ring…
I wake up from this terrible dream.