In the dark night
They listened
For the cry of the wolf
But more
The cracks of twigs
The rustle of leaves
The turn of a door nob
Against the lock
A break of glass
Then the scrape
Of a ladder
Against the house
He hid in the closet
In the space
Behind the walls
Only to be found
Eighty years later
A leather mummy of
A boy
Who wasn’t available
To answer the door
When his sister
Had lost
Her key
One cold
Winter
Night.
~ end
Vampire Maman 
That, my dear, is a very chilling premise. Only you………
This is what happens when I don’t know what to post and I’m super rushed busy putting out fires and clearing log jams. I was just thinking of a dark stormy night…
I love this poem, Juliette! ❤
Thank you. xoxo