It was a dark and gloomy night.
The moon was shining;
A man came creeping down the stairs to answer the door
But nobody answered.
He went back up stairs,
Got back in bed.
He heard it a second time this time around.
The dogs were barking –
He told the dogs to shut up and they did.
The wind started to blow;
A person started to whisper
And say “don’t go downstairs.”
So he didn’t go downstairs…
For the rest of his life.
By Keith Bailey
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Oh.... how cool! For the rest of his life? That leaves a lot to the imagination. Well done! I had to read this again.
Love,
Amera ♥ -
Excellent
I enjoyed reading this poem I felt that there was a hidden message within the words just beyond my grasp. The ending totaly surprised me "Never to come downstairs for the rest of his life" keep writing
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Oh my! This is great! All kinds of things ran through my mind. He never went downstairs; ever? Talk about paranoia.
Love,
Amera
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