Fright – (Weekly Decima Prompt #29)
Turning white as a sheet, in fright,
I get myself in such a flap,
Falling into that nightmare trap,
When strange things go bump in the night.
And whilst it may seem rather trite;
That shadow IS a witches hat,
That Hunter’s moon highlights a bat,
Encircling its spider prey.
Don’t worry, it WILL be ok –
That thump’s just Jack, my bruiser cat!
Decima inspired by Ronovan’s Decima Poetry Prompt #29 – Fright, click through for the rules, if you too, would like to join in.