Night Fright
I am a ghost.
I live in the park.
I skulk all day.
I slip out after dark.
I drift along
unseen, alone,
haunting souls
of flesh and bone.
I skim the streets
the whole, long night.
I never fly higher—
I’d die of fright!
Happy Poetry Friday! I’m a little late, I know, but I only just finished writing. Thanks once again to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes for getting me to put fingers to keyboard and to Rebecca Herzog for asking us to consider what monsters are afraid of. Thanks too to Buffy Silverman who said let’s go post our poems.
Liz
