The lighted cabin room is warm and cosy
The grey carpet springs back when stretched
First anomaly
The shutters are in place solidly locked
Its wooden panels have been swapped around
The patterns don't fit together
Second anomaly
Halloween night
By the fire side we gather tonight
The dead are in turmoil
Their purring swirl in our head
Third anomaly
The dream unravels
I am knocked down awake
By the cat jumping on me
Madly chasing a low buzzing fly
In the sunny light of the afternoon
Never got to hear
What Marge was saying
Must have been some hocus pocus.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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