Putting My Feet in the Dirt 12 🎃

Just an ordinary dwelling

Small, not compelling

But if you decided to walk by

Certain oddities would catch your eye

The windows were covered by curtains hung low

Holey and shredded, by what you don’t know

They say an old lady lived there alone

No friends, no tv and certainly no phone

But at night you could hear lots of yowls

It became known as the house of howls.

No visitors were ever seen

And no mice were ever keen

On attempting to enter that house, ever

Afraid that cats their throats would sever.

😾😾😾

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