THE CACKLE
A cackle
In the quiet
Dark
Startled
Me awake...
I jolted
And sat
Right up
Sweat
Pouring down
My back!
For a flashlight
I gropped
Managing
Only to
Find
My phone...
I looked
At the
Time on it
Three in
The morning.
I shivered...
The cackle
Sounded
Again
And I nearly
Fainted!
Turning on
The phone
Flashlight
I beamed
It around me...
Nothing!
Scrambling
Out of
Bed
I slipped out
The door
Into the hallway...
The cackling
Got louder!
At every
Moment I steeled
Myself
To confront
The ghost...
Then I reached
The kitchen
And
Reaching a hand
Out
Switched
On the light...
There, in the
Cage
My parrot
Cackled again
Seeing
Itself on
A shiny
Knife's reflection!
You,
I spoke
In relief
You woke me
In a fright
Thinking
I was
Hearing
A ghost
Cackling!
It looked at
Me
Contrite.
I cackled
At it
All
As I returned
To bed
And once
More
Began
To
Snore
Like moments
Before!
Next morn'
I moved the
Knives
Out
Of the
Parrots
Line of sight
And never
Heard
The cackle
At three
Again!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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