No later than a minute past midnight










The witching hour, a few do call the time
When anything can happen, it will be all right
Went out of doors to find some nice, green thyme
I saw a girl who looked pretty and nice
And lithe, I soon saw slip between the grasses
I called in vain,“ Do Wait!” then fell on ice
Her pretty white hands made a few smooth passes
I wondered what she meant till I fell down a ditch
“Oh, no!” I cried inside “ Now what shall do?”
I looked around me to find a dark niche
I crawled and saw a tunnel outwards spew
I wriggled through and pushed the wall in whole
The lithe girl said, “ Hi. My name is Nicole.”