Ghost Tales Anyone??
It was dusk and growing black.
No moon, no stars, nothing like that.
Something creeping around out there.
Everyone had better beware.
It’s not a thriller, chiller or killer.
It is just the local miller.
His face is white from flour dust.
His clothes are dark, with scent of musk.
His voice is loud, almost a whale.
Like someone hung with a rusty nail.
People are scared. Rumors running wild.
Don’t go out. Keep an eye on your child.
He actually wouldn’t harm a fly.
But, people are scared, fear is high.
People said he was the deadly reaper.
Others thought it was a killing creeper.
Listen! What’s that outside the door?
It’s someone knocking, yelled a whore.
Get back!! Then they heard this sound.
“Let me in. Flour is getting on the ground.”
What do you think that means?
That’s no ghost or what it seems.
It’s Joe, the local miller.
He wouldn’t hurt a caterpillar
I wasn’t scared. I knew it was him.
Why are your pants all wet then?
——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)