NOISES OUTSIDE—IS ANYONE OUT THERE???
The wind moves the refuse cans more,
Sounding like someone’s at the door…
I look and see
No one but me,
Except the wind and its roar!
The door opens up by itself,
Propelled by a wind kind of elf…
I jump and stare
But nobody’s there,
Of spooky things there is a wealth!!!!!