Comments about Cathy Hodgson
The House On The
The trees they sway and reflect from the broken glass window
The flash from the approaching electrical storm is the only light seen from it's pane.
The torn curtain looks like a human disfigured and old..
Watching for the uninvited guest
The old black iron gate makes for a nervous moan.
As it sways with the wind.
In the distance a wolf cry's as the moon is covered by a dark cloud.