Maple Tree

Authors Note: So I decided to do a poem this week, and even though I'm probably the worst poet ever I like this poem because it's creepy. And I know it's kinda short, but that's what kinda makes it more creepy. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy it too. ~Feather

Mommy doesn't believe me when I tell her what I see: A dead body hanging from our maple tree

And Daddy doesn't believe me when I tell him what I see: the three little children who always like to stare at me

And the Doctor gives me medication because he doesn't believe what I see: A man with an axe who always wants to play hide and seek. 

They all think I'm crazy but soon they will see: I am far from crazy, the dead just want to play with me.