The night grows dark
yellow eyes gleam at the corner of the house
the shearer's dining room grows chill
a ghostly light appears
resolving into figures of the past
that once there dwelt
plastered against the wall I stand
until the fitful moon lights up the room
the figures fade
as ghostly riders sweep the sky instead . . .
Click on the pictures and you too may see those gleaming eyes.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!
