Wednesday, April 6, 2022

Imaginary Ghosts

A small hovel in the dark
Where a family listened
To the winds like an army

Of ghosts on the march all night
Did not feel like much shelter.
But they huddled and listened,

And when the younger children
Asked if there was anyone
Actually out in the storm,

Their oldest sister whispered,
Only ghosts, which wasn’t true,
Since all the ghosts were inside

Listening to the winds rush.
Hush! the old ghosts muttered. Hush!

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