Night sky dark.
I hear a lone dog bark.
Walking along a rutted country lane.
With the aid of a strong sturdy cane.
No one around but me.
Stars in the dark sky I see.
They sparkle like a pot of gold.
A priceless sight that can not be sold.
I keep walking.
To myself I start talking.
Not in a mad way.
Words of wisdom to myself I say.
Time, quarter past midnight.
At the end of the lane I see my home light.
Rain starts to fall.
I reach the secure red bricks of my homely wall.
I enter and retire to bed.
I am a ghost who doesn't realise he's dead.
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Comments1
Well at least you won't get soaked in that rainfall. Good entertaining read.
Hello dusk arising, thanks for comment.
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