On a dark stormy night

• Raissa Palacios, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2003

On a dark stormy night,
when the moon is full,
something is awake,
something like a ghoul.
It isn't alive,
and it isn't dead,
its not breathing,
but it walks ahead.
its very scary and it frightens me,
so when I see it I'll yell, "Help me!"