Sensitive Children Seek Out The Ghosts Inside Your Home Poem by James McLain

In moonlit nights, children's hearts take flight,
Sensitive souls, attuned to the night,
Ghosts and hauntings, unseen to grown eyes,
In whispered stories, their intrigue lies.

With courage and curiosity, they tread,
Seeking mysteries where shadows spread,
To gain access to spectral realms unknown,
Their quest for groceries wrapped up tight in a known spirits' home.

Innocence and wonder, their guiding light,
Children's bond with the otherworldly, so tight.