Inspired by the writers museum.
What a night. What a night.
The countryside in moonlight,
tthe car slip along without a sight,
as darkness closes in tight.
The plains are cloaked in shadows,
yet details shine clear as day
what dance hither yon in those shadows?
ghost, ghoul, goblins, even a fey.
Up a bump.
Over a hump
My throat caught a lump
we almost got into a dump.
The house is waiting,
The door is yawning.
The food is ccalling
The bed is welcoming
And I haven't even packed my bags yet for tomorrow!!!!!