Deathly Crow

• Matthew Soliman, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

The sound of my own footsteps is all I hear
As I walk to the hair-raising, old house
And as I very carefully near
I see a nightmarish scurrying mouse .

I should've stopped under the patio as rain started pounding
I shouldn't have come here now, I can feel it
All around me, the bloodcurdling fear is surrounding
Lightning flashes and and I feel like I've been hit.

The door creaks open as I watch in awe
And as I enter the house
I hear the deafening sound of glass shattering
And the only sound that follows is a deathly crows caw.