Who Could It Be?
Once upon a time at a cabin in December
This night however, I would always remember.
Fast asleep in my warm, cozy bed
Dreaming away, but I thought someone said
A word or two just outside my portch
And a light emmitting, did he have a torch!?
At midnight I go to see what he wanted
But no one was there, was I being haunted?
No tracks in the snow, no signs of another.
Perhaps it could my be poor, late mother?
No, not her, for long long ago
She said she was leaving, and to just let go
Then who could it be, this ghostly sight?
I knew I heard someone in the middle of night.
Perhaps it could be a lifetime foe,
who beyond the grave still wishes me woe?
No, him neither, for when he had died
He said he forgave me and I've no need to hide.
Then who could this be, outside in the cold?
If he's to wake me, he's sure to be bold.
Then I saw it again in a blink of an eye!
The light, once again, would flash and die.
Then I had realized just how silly it was,
The light I had seen was my bug zapper's buzz.
But who then the voice moaning deep "You... You"
I know I had heard it, I know it is true.
Above my head, again I had heard;
This time to find a night owl bird.
The simplicity of it, gave me a shock--
'Tis One AM sang my grandfather clock.
Expecting to see an apparition be caught,
My mind is now whirling and deeply distraught.
A bug and owl played tricks with my head.
Hence I decide to head up back to bed
From that day forth I would always remember
That one, strange night in middle December.
also posted in my blog.