Poetry Monday :: Ghost & 009

Ghost ... there is only one ghost in my mind. Reviving The Wand's Tale for Wednesday's IWSG has made me think a lot of Susan, of Unicorn Farm and the magic that was lost and found.

Percy is a ghost, we know,
but for her it is a blow,
She is just a little girl,
living in an attic space.
She likes baubles, gems and pearls
her parents left, without a trace.

Susan in the attic room
by the fire sleeping
got a fright when Percy came
Percy she was weeping.
Telling tales of mom and dad
and the awful friend they had.

Later Susan understood
Tristan was the stranger.
He was up to nothing good.
And they were in danger.
Percy's help they sought and won
but the magic was all gone.

More about Unicorn Farm - I hope - in the days or weeks to come.

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This Friday finally, after more than a month, I saw a 009. If I continue at this speed (or lack thereof), I'll see the car with 999 on my 140th birthday ... slim hope of this ever happening.

Photo-proof of the 009. I blotted out the two letters and two numbers preceding for privacy reasons.

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Up and coming:
March 10: Ghost (today)
March 17: Steam
March 24: Orange
March 31: Turn
April 7: Road
April 14: Bring
April 21: Free
April 28: Jam