The Owl At My Broken Door Poem by nick trager

Once upon this night so dreary my heart barley beating
At noon the bells are ringing through my head it’s screaming.
Then at noon a sounds is rapping beyond this broken door
I look to see what is squealing beyond the brought down door
An owl at my sight to see looking particularly at me
Then I see that head spinning again and to my eyes surprise
Through this broken door where I’m standing.
The head of this devil creature stops spinning and tells me
A story in this deep down voice
Looking with freighting sight
Of this horrible night I run through
this broken house but the owl follows me everywhere
Step to step it still speaks to me
So to get ride of this haunting night
I end its horrible sight