It’s hard to get out there,
To befriend children, and have fun.
That’s the issue little John faced,
Friends, he had none.
But did he feel sad?
No, not at all.
In fact, he was quite content,
Given his talks with the wall.
Every night past bedtime,
Once his parents had him tucked in,
He’d get back up, once they were gone,
And call out to his friend.
One moonlight night, his mother heard,
Her son talking to someone.
Enraged, she quietly peeped into the room,
And she saw him talking, but to none.
Confused for a second, she waited,
Until a white shadow appeared,
Of a boy about the age of John,
With him John walked, and in the dark disappeared.
Terrified, the mother came in,
Calling out to her son,
Trying to make sense of everything,
Her son seemed to be gone.
They called up the police,
And awaited their presence,
The parents couldn’t stop thinking
About their son’s absence.
Once the police arrived,
They were informed about the case,
And also about a ghost
To which they made a skeptical face.
And to everyone’s surprise,
John was fast asleep in bed,
He was woken up and asked about it,
His ‘friend’ was messing with their heads.
Soon, they were convinced,
The mother imagined a lot of things,
Only John knew the reality,
His friend gave him wings.
A/N: Writing a narrative after really long..