Scary October 26

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poems are about an Autumn walk, one in the morning one at night.

Autumn Morning.

Cold, frosty morning

There is something in the air

I cannot see it but I know it’s there.

Dead leaves crunch under foot

There is no one else around

Something’s in the bushes making a strange sound.

Oh! It’s just a bird it gave me a fright.

Away it goes on its morning flight.

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Autumn Nights

Cold and damp and dark

Things are moving making the dogs bark.

There’s noises all around me

Something touches my neck something I can’t see.

Bodies in the graveyard are restless to be free.

I feel like the hounds of hell are nipping at my heels

Bad things are moving about

Scary is how it feels.

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The night picture is from Pixabay

Morning picture is mine.