Happy Halloween

A sonnet story part one of two

Photo by William J Spirdione

Little Johnny was walking down the road.
He knew the way home. It was getting dark.
Walking in costume, he sped, then he slowed.
He heard a scream up ahead at the park.

Old cemetery appears in its stead.
Knowing his parents, were mad, he was late.
He had to explore, no fear in his head.
At least that he shows. He enters the gate.

Fog rolled out. Past old gravestones, he did stray.
He couldn’t remember it being here.
I should have gone straight home, ” Johnny did say.
Brother Jimmy called, “why’d you disappear?“

Feeling smug as they lean on each other,
They fall in a hole, cry for their mother.