I leave the house

The night is still

Quiet as the mouse

On the windowsill

The stone cold wind

Gives me chills

As I creep out

Of the house

With the change

In my purse

The creepy night

Feels like a curse

The screech of the owl

Creatures complain

Coyotes howl

Vulnerable prey

October night

Still and scary

Stars the main light

The street lights blink

And I don't think

It's safe out here...