They never found her body
If there was a body to be found
With six fingers and six toes,
she was … different
Hence the name. Spooky.
Her mama knew
what others didn’t
she was born with the gift
or a curse
depending on your
perspective
Dressed in black,
she was a creature of the night
“Hard one to find,”
proclaimed the detective
Last one to see her said she
floated over the swamp
out of sight
The case had gone cold.
until tonight…
Spooky!
I love the poem, Sue. I have always loved the name, Spooky, and the song is one of my favorites.
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Thanks, Bill. The song seemed appropriate after I wrote the poem😊
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Quite appropriate. I sense a thinning of the veil as your poems this month remind.
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This could have been written about a person or a cat(!) We often had 6-toed felines in our lives. 😀
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loving the poems-this one especially.
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Thanks, Michele. I’m having fun with it😊
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