The Bogey Man Poem by Juan Olivarez

See that old shack, where those trees stand,
That was the home of the bogey man.
Every night when the moon was high,
From inside that shack came terrible cries.

Owls would hoot and a door would creak,
You would hear laughter and cracking sticks.
The bogey man would roam the woods,
Looking for victims and sometimes food.

Just across that little stream,
In back of that delapidated shack,
Nightly you could hear the screams,
Of a tortured soul so wracked.

And just beyond those rocks and stones,
Where that blasted tree does stand,
Is where they found the human bones,
And human hair in different strands.

He is gone now, no one knows where,
But the old shack still is there.
It's still used for a good scare,
And young kids go there on a dare.

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