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!