When...

April 24, 2008
By Reva Golden, Memphis, TN

When the night grows black,
And there’s no more day,

That’s when the ghosts come out and play,

When innocent kids get frightened,
And somehow every cat you see is black,

That’s when you know,
The monsters are back,

You’re in bed and you just can’t sleep,
The monsters are coming out to eat,

When you’re all alone,
And you see something slimy and green,

Get a good look,
Because that’ll be the last thing you’ve seen........


Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!