Enter The Poet - Restricting Judgement
Awakened With A Shudder There is a chill and a feeling of fright It has been a cold evening, and a dark night The streets are empty, and cars are gone There are no kids, no toys on the lawn I awake in a shudder, of the silence around I rush for clothes, and scurry without sound This time of year, is supposed to have its scares The creeping and crawling; the awaking of fears So I hop into my car, and venture into the fray I must have forgotten, that this was a work day al brown