I heard the footfalls,
Yet no one was there.
I heard someone call,
"Does anyone care?"
Yet no person was found
Though I looked all around.
Again I looked,
but no one was around.
I felt spooked,
But the only sound
was the light breeze,
passing gently through the trees.
I listened and heard again
Only a faint and indistinct word,
As of someone in pain.
Suddenly the wind turned
Very cold as it gave to me a chill
While I stood upon the hill.
I looked once more and spied
A little girl among the trees,
Who looked so pale as she tried
To stand while she quivered in the breeze.
I knew immediately she was a ghost,
And that I had played her spectral host.
