Fog

[Timothy Gega]

FOG<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>My Cable Show now mysteriously dead, <o:p></o:p>

I turned around and scratched my head,<o:p></o:p>

These things go bump within the night,<o:p></o:p>

Gives every child such goosebump frights. <o:p></o:p>

Boy this Fog is creepy.<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>A dog was barking and sounded mean, <o:p></o:p>

Then came a Seagull’s guttural scream, <o:p></o:p>

I stepped outside to look around, <o:p></o:p>

I heard some weird-ungodly sound. <o:p></o:p>

Boy this Fog is creepy.<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>The wind was rustling through the trees, <o:p></o:p>

Sent quite a shiver rattling to my knees, <o:p></o:p>

I heard a drum beat from afar, <o:p></o:p>

Some tires screeching from a car. <o:p></o:p>

Boy this Fog is creepy.<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>Then heard a plane now flying low, <o:p></o:p>

Was the neighbor’s lawnmower moving slow,<o:p></o:p>

Behind me now a floorboard creaks,<o:p></o:p>

I’m just too scared to even peek.<o:p></o:p>

Boy this Fog is creepy.<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>Somewhere beyond October’s Moon,<o:p></o:p>

My lover waits with Golden spoon,<o:p></o:p>

I hope that I can see her soon,<o:p></o:p>

Going back inside and closing this door. <o:p></o:p>

Boy this Fog is creepy.<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>A squeaky hinge on slamming screen, <o:p></o:p>

I’m so afraid I yelped a scream,<o:p></o:p>

A writer’s imagination can be so bizarre, <o:p></o:p>

My ghostly imaginings can really soar. <o:p></o:p>

Boy this Fog is creepy.<o:p></o:p>

<o:p> </o:p>Crawled back in bed and pulled up tight,<o:p></o:p>

I’ll eat some cake and forget this blight.<o:p></o:p>

I’ll light some candles for my reprieve.<o:p></o:p>

Just 10 more days 'til All Hallow’s Eve.

The Fall makes gobblins rise and tease.



Boy this Fog is creepy.<o:p></o:p>

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©2012 Tim Gega<o:p></o:p>