Ghosts

I do believe,
There's Ghosts about.
For I see them turn,
Both in and out.

There's banging in the upper loft,
And noises in the air.
There's vanishing forms that I barely catch,
Coming down the stair.

Something dropped...just yesterday,
I hurried to see...where at.
But nothing showed before my eyes,
But scary was the cat.

The rafters on the upper ledge,
Was lit without a light.
And tiny things like elfins,
Scampered by at night.

I'm sure there's ghosts about the house,
For they have a certain prance.
In the alcove by the attic,
I caught them in a glance.

E.P. 1908 - 1989