Scary Poem by Stacey, 10

The trees watched me like a quiet still lion ready to pounce on its prey,
The spooky shadows danced like a dark disco,
The waves worried me when they were beckoning at my feet,

And I felt scared.

The horrid, scary devil chased me whistled roaring in the wind,
The curtains swayed like the devil's cape, flapping in the breeze,
Then the sun shone into my glorious garden,

And I felt pleased.


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