The silence of night upon the midnight hour
stalks upon little black cat's feet,
seeking to give us a terrible fright,
on this cold autumn night.
It's freezing wind howls like ravenous wolves
eerily prowling the scary darkness of the woods
for another hapless victim for its horrible prank,
as cruel shadows dance across the cold grey waters
of the icy lake under the silvery full moon to
joyously scare the living with malicious intent.
Donavon Scott Vinson