Boo
Slowly he crept in the graveyard;
sounds of breaking twigs he heard.
Keeping a brave face was hard;
darkness had its wild card.
Out of the blue a black bird
flew past him, and rested as a guard
on a gravestone of a sorcerer thought to be mad.
“Boo!” the crow screamed with a voice so bad!
Suddenly he woke up, in hand a horror movie ad!
Date of Entry: 17/10/2017
Contest Name: BOO
Contest Sponsor: Alexis Y.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017
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