boo….

boo

housing sitting all night
i was sure a haunted house
footsteps all night long

footsteps stealing sleep
not a peep beneath the sheets
for fear it would hear

but with morning’s light
fright abated by the sight
a pet bunny’s smirk

stained glass colored cool rays…

aunt bea
seemed serious
this morning
she said
child
there are
some people
who believe
that death
is all around them
so they spend
their lives
inside amens
never daring
to go outside
fearing evil shall
steal their souls
but you can’t steal
a soul
you have to
give it away
just as
you have
to accept
life