Down the street from where I live
with my two black cats and a dog named Sin
is an empty house where a Doctor lived.
I think the monsters got him.
I think they took him away.
Screaming and bleeding and dreaming.
After dark on that Friday.
I think sometimes he gets loose
I think sometimes he come back
Because sometimes late at night I hear him howl,
” Where are you hiding? Step right up. Don’t be afraid. The Doctor is in.”