Creepy

I like it when the nights grow long
When darkness cloaks the place 
When folk like I can creep and hide
And none can see our face
I like it when the grasses crack
With frosty scratching sound
And those who walk home late at night 
Are always looking round
I like to frighten and appall
To make the breath hitch deeply
But what I like the most of all
Is to wear a smile that’s creepy

©jj 2019