That Stormy Night

Here’s another limerick from me. After a long time, of course.

The howling wolves, hooting owls, and the mummies that rise

Taking delight in the stormy night, with their bone-chilling cries

Made her wish she never left home

Finally, she decided going back on her own

But the shiny pair of eyes in the tree bark told her otherwise.

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