Spooked

The little boy walked
Up the stairs
That creaked on every step.

He held his nose
To stop the smell
Of old food that was kept.

Then suddenly
He heard a sound
Like one not heard before.

As he shook
And turned around
He heard a slamming door.

But in the dark
He could not see
What creature lay in wait.

Nobody lived here
For many years,
And he knew not their fate.

Behind him then
A step did squeak
And he knew all was over.

So, terrified,
He froze in place
Till it said, "I'm your mother."

MSP
10/25/13

Halloween

Ghosts and goblins
Walk around
Scaring children
All over town.

Trick or treat
Is the word
Treat's the one
That is heard.

At other levels
Adults live
Not so happy
As they give.

But fun abounds
And problems wane
As we become
Children again.

10/23/13