While walking home late one night
I listened to the leaves playing with the limbs to my fright
Leaves plucking at limbs as if they were strings
the rosined bow across a violin
to join in comes the hoot of an owl
the night is really set to howl
while walking I could not HELP but say
who are you after this night in his way
an Echo came back YOU! , , YOU!
I froze and looked about and the owl asked who?
the wind thru the tree's replied YOU! , , YOU! !
My eyes rolled and my knee's twitched
what kind of windy hell is this bitch
I looked about and heard only the wind
I began to walk and it started in
I said WHO are YOU?
the tree's replied YOU! , , YOU!
My eyes opened and thru the window of my room
I could see the MOON! , , the MOON!
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