Ghost Walk

As the sun went down

And darkness approached

We waited with baited breath

Then out of the shadows, A man appeared

Dressed in Edwardian clothes.

Top hat and cloak

a cane in one hand

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A medieval city, haunted with charm

As he started his curious tales,

With a whisper of caution,

And an evil laugh

The story starts to unfold.

We strain to hear his words.

We look for ghosts in silence

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Quietly walking through cobbled streets

Straining to see in the dark

Mist rises up from the ground

A eerie silence rests upon us

We stop by a vacant shop

And in the window a flickering light

A blood curdling sound from above

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Heart beating fast, holding my breath

A cold damp feeling touches my neck

Sends shivers down my spine

As I peer through my fingers

The shadows dance around

In the flaming light

I wonder what is next

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Then the wickedest of laughs

Resonates through my head

As the flickering flame disappears

And out of the shadows steps

Our guide with a smile and says

There no ghosts here tonight.

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Dogs Life

many dogs with stick

It’s time for a walk

My dog and me

Boots on

Wagging tail

Shooting out of the door

As fast as a bullet

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Barks of delight

At the grass and the wind

Playmates arrive

Sticks in mouths

Friend growling

Running in circles

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All three join in

Running round together

One stick in three mouths

Almost joined at the hip

No one dare bark

For fear of losing the stick

.

Game now over

Happy and slow

Home for breakfast

Exhaustion sets in

Flops on his bed

It’s a dogs life.

Flashing red light

I see the flashing red light

as it dances around the wood

it leaps high in the air

then is completely still

I see the flashing red light

in the distance

moving at great speed

close to the ground

I see you

on a dark misty morning

as we walk through the woods

with your flashing red light

hanging on your collar

for once

I see your walk not mine

Mr Robin

the walk through the woods

is a lonely one

the dog runs off

i am left alone

then from the corner of my eye

I see movement

there on a tree trunk

is my company

‘Good morning Mr Robin

How are you today?’

He tilts his head, looks up at me

as if to say

‘very well thank you, may i join you?’

I smile and watch him

as I walk through the mud

He flies from branch to branch

his red breast puffed out

he waits for me to catch him up

we move together in silence

its nice to know hes there

and at the end of my walk

he looks once more as if to say

until tomorrow have a good day

he flies off down the path

it was nice to have his company.