Scarecrow

• Callum Hutchison, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2014

Screams turn to silence as the killer strikes.

Comes from the shadows in every corner.

A rebel against life is here.

Red blood dries onto the wooden floor.

Every little noise is heard as he closes in.

Creeps away with out a trace.

Rises up towards the dark night sky.

Out of the house, the killer is free.

With out a doubt we know who is next.