A surprise guest

What Lurks Aloft?

a top hatted
skeleton lurks
in our loft, amidst
easel, paints and
paraphernalia up there.
I heard a rattle and took
to the stair, knowing
something petrifying was
standing to scare.

creeping behind
the grinning skull with
flowing, long hair, i demanded
to know, feeling distraught,
whatever brought this
rack of rattling bones to our
loft?

the answer was silence,
as it stood stock still,
and obviously up to no
good, but clearly planning
on staying on as a boney,
crony of our dogcorner 
neck of the woods.

For the Record,
This day came in with sun and clouds.

All hands begging for Worldwide PEACE,