By Sarah

In blury dreem,
I sore a cat,
wearing a hat,
and sittin’ fat.

He sed, “Life’s jest,
don’t take to hart,
Eat more fish,
and play the part!”

The dog next door,
all bark no bight,
Danced on the lawn,
a silly site.

With waggy tale
and floppy ears,
He chased his pause
and conjured fears.

The sun was shyning,
on grass greene.
A perfict day,
like nuthin’ seen.

So raise a glass
to a goofy place.
Where spelling don’t matter,
words take up space!

Let’s dance through life.
See what’s to sea.
In whimsied world,
just let it be.

By Sarah ©2024

Sammi Scribbles:
13 Days of Samhain – Day 6

Once bitten, twice by fear.
Terror of night’s embrace,
draws near.

Once bitten, twice by doubt.
‘Though wounds have healed,
the scars still sprout.

Once bitten, twice by spite.
Those fangs still glisten,
my blood still bright.

Once bitten, twice by dread.
Please stop these voices,
in my head.

Once bitten, no longer whole.
These shadows keep clawing,
at my soul…

By Sarah ©2024

Sammi Scribbles:
13 Days of Samhain – Day 5

speak ill of the dead?
I wouldn’t… instead

speak ill of the living
who can’t be bothered giving
who stay too proud
or keep heads in the cloud
who put hands in their pockets
and money into rockets
who turn the other way
then pretend to pray

speak ill of the dead,
at your own folly

your issue’s with those
who’re still in their body…

By Sarah ©2024

Sammi Scribbles:
13 Days of Samhain – Day 4