I'm feeling the possibility of my pen run out of ink. However, it's night. Like everyday has a night.
Here comes the creepy cat from down the driveway. He's now were I was sit to watch him. However I kept watching him. Now comes a bag, a paper bag from down the street led by the wind. The night is the perfect PLACE for the creeps, although now it's always lighty and crowded. Anyways it's gonna be creepy.