I took my bones for a walk

it was good  and dark and cold

I took my bones for a stroll

by a morgue and an empty tomb

My bones are insisting

they want to be let out

and free to roam on their own.

My bones want to get out

They want to be free to roam

I told them to stay put

but they keep scratching to be let out

I think

they are looking

for a nice new warm  home.

Horrordailies 2016