Friday, February 15, 2013

Supernatural Friday: Winter is Hunting Season







Winter is Hunting Season
by
Pamela K. Kinney 
(copyrighted to the author, so please just share the link, not take the poem)

Winter’s cold fingers touching my skin
Nothing to fear,
Except freezing to death;
Right?
But the coldness
Brings the monsters
They want to play;
Play with you
In so many ways.
Less people in the woods,
It’s Sasquatch’s time.
Werewolf is drawn
To towns more.
Ghosts don’t feel
So they haunt, cold or hot
Zombies?
They can eat anytime!
As for vampires
They’re icebox cold too.
So who told you winter’s safe?
It’s just another hunting season
For monsters!

4 comments:

Mary Frances Roya said...

Nice. I'll never look at winter the same now. Not.

Janice Seagraves said...

Interesting poem, Pam. The kind that give you a shiver.

Janice~

Pamela K. Kinney said...

Thanks, Janice.

Pamela K. Kinney said...

Well, Mary, winter can be such a cold, cruel season sometimes. ;-)