by: Massie, Stuart
A snawy day. A wild day fur the ghaist,
Fleein though the wid like rocket.
It saw a deed yowe in the snaw, nearly beeriet,
Etten bi birds, rippin its briest open.
The yowe wis floatin in mid air
Like there wisna ony gravity on earth
The legs bleedin inno a peel.
The ghaist saw a wee lad walkin through the wid
It wis a cauld day.
Wi the ghaist fleein past the lad wis feart.
He ran back tae his hoose.
The ghaist lauched
An gaed back tae sleep.