The storm is howling in gruesome night,
it is pitch-dark – not even moonlight.
A lonely old house looks dark and forbidding,
the outside dunny is shaking, almost lifting.
No creature is seen, they’re hiding in fear,
it’s dreadful as if the end is near.
Fear and horror still rule hours later,
a voice from the dunny pleads solemnly: ‘Paper!
Peter Frederick
http://www.peterfrederick.org
http://www.life-on-the-road.com
