Haunt it they absolutely do,
On the top of small hill near an abandoned zoo,
The tower room is where I’d want to be,
Over the surrounding landscape I’d be able to see…

Tis scary just to look at to some,
The ghosts do beg for visits, just come,
Float around the many halls & through many walls,
Whooping and screaming their individual calls…

Arboreal trees in the yard,
Welcomes deceased writers & the occasional bard,
They all gather in the tower room on Saturday nights,
There they, all night, do play any game with cards…
© -me- 9/3/2014