A truly dreadful Halloween poem

Reblogging a Zombie Dog poem from 2013. Β I promise, this is the last of the Halloween reblogs, but I thought you’d enjoy it.


2 of the 5 that inhabit my house of horrors

Deep in the Northern Florida woods

away from prying eyes

The spindly pine and sickly oak

hide from crying skies.

A house of horror waits for those

who dare to trick or treat

A canine howl, a fearsome growl

begets a quick retreat

The zombie dogs are out the door

they stir up all the sand

and lick to death forevermore

the bravest in the land.