Saturday, April 19, 2014
What’s that mysterious knock?
It must be the grandfather’s
Did you hear that twig snapping?
Must be a branch on the window,
I heard a soft scream or a howl.
Please tell me it’s only an
The night sky has turned on the rain
but how do I turn off my
from Crawl Space: Poems About Scary Things
Posted by Ralph Fletcher at 9:19 AM