spoke to me in a voice so sweet, as he sat on the back of his hand
High in his hopes, deep in his expectations, he sat next to me
scared, in fact petrified he went up and down his unsung song.
despite his blurry words, regardless of his being a ghost,
his melody left me wondering- "What could possibly be wrong?"
Pretty soon, bored of reading his expressions, I asked him to write.
"I'm afraid of ghosts." evidently bizarre, made me ask why it was so?
He paused for a while, shrugged twice and wrote "I can't wait anymore
They are just too busy haunting humans, getting their own ducks in a row."
"Aren't you afraid of humans?" Clearer than crystal, this time he spoke.
Speechless. For he had asked me a question, I didn't have the answer to,
I picked up the pen and the paper he dropped, handed them back to him
The disappointed white wavy ghost left my house, took his first flight.
As he left, he spoke to me in a voice so sweet, "oh!, Is that why you write?"
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