Ghosts Poem

The ghosts are outside
Whipping around house-corners.
I opened the window to ask one in
But, scared, it flew away.

Ghosts are knocking at my roof
Anxious to haunt the attic.
Silly ghouls – just come in!
You needn’t tear the rafters.

Ghosts are in my lap, my books.
Ghosts I chased with other folks should
Return to window tapping;
Be friendly to me again.

Posted by acr at November 4, 2003 07:00 PM | TrackBack