Creeping,
crawling,
through the tall grass..
Scurry
hurry,
before we are seen and smashed..
One leg,
two legs,
quickly up the wall..
Slipping,
sliding,
across the tile floor..
Hunting,
searching,
for my next feast..
Slinking,
down hallways and under bedroom doors..
Finally,
we spot a tasty treat..
High up,
on the bed,
our fangs are watering..
Soon,
you will be dead..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
