Dreaming in our little beds...
A crow's call "Caw, caw" in our heads...
I'm the one who brought you here,
Every year
I empty out my pantry shelf
Please leave a comment down below
Okay, ryhming's over...phew!
Heeeheeeheeehee!
A crow's call "Caw, caw" in our heads...
We wake with a start, aroused from slumber,
get out of bed and nearly stumble....
The ground all around is littered with bones,
....in the distance, there are creaks and moans...
A chill runs through us, we're not at home...
We are in a garden where only tombstones grow.
Each skull seemingly peering...
into our very souls...
And inside the tombs is an eerie glow...
We hurry swiftly, quickly trying to find
a place to hide til this nightmare subsides...
Up ahead, there is a light.
A lantern on the porch of a crickety old shack
beckons us to approach...
Though a tingle says stay back.
A lump forms in your throat...
Better to go...
Then wait for him to attack!
The door opens without effort...
We peek cautiously inside...
One wall is ablaze with flickering candlelight.
A piano before us
looks like it never plays...
A broom leaned on its side...
Books and photos displayed.
A black cat sits upon the floor
near a chair and a cauldron
we swear wasn't bubbling before...
...and on a tray near the brew
are jars filled with a slew
of ingredients most bizarre,
Items like decay and spider eggs...and things grosser, by far...
Another room down the hall
to the the right
Holds even more peculiar sights...
Jewelry and candles..
pictures of a beau?
Edgar Allen Poe!
A hat stand for a Crone's cone...
And are those eyes we spy
in that ornate jar?
Plucked fresh, the tag describes
when beauty was ripe within these eyes...
Nevermore.
....and hanging on the door
Witch's tights!
Have we found her boo-doir?
What could be next,
we wonder as we step
into the livingroom we go to inspect...
The fireplace mantle is shrouded and dressed...
...and someone is trying to escape the chest...
A boneyard atrium with a warning to beware..
we dare not let out spirits locked in there...
The table is hospitably set...
with tea and chocolates just waiting for guests.
Wait! Is that an insect?!
We find ourselves relaxing
even if just a bit...
...and I giggle to myself
as I tell you my secret.
My Dear,
to have tea with me!
Near Halloween
I prepare for company.
I cast a spell...to make a switch.
I close my eyes and make a wish....
And transform to my Witchy self!
Heeeheeheeeheeee!
Thank you so for joining me...and to the Lovely Vanessa Valencia for hosting this chance at spooky mayhem and revelry!!
Don't leave just yet, I have a Treat,
That one of you soon may receive...
and a way to reach you in case I don't know.
A guest will be chosen on October 29th
...and this crow will find a new place to reside :)
Does anyone remember where I left my broom?
(sorry)
Cameron