Happy Halloween
Channel: jhm poetry
Date: 2022-10-28

An original poem, read and photoshoipped by me.
Where else to find me online ...
https://bio.link/johnmalo

The air takes on an eerie chill,
as panic holds you frozen still. 
You know it's likely nothing, but
you cannot stop wondering what 
could possibly be lurking near,
to feast upon the very fear
that holds you in it's callous sway,
about to become something's prey.