Shrooms

I saw the dresser move

It moved up and it moved down

I though it started to talk

I saw movement

I heard things

There was light and there was sound

I saw everything move with a cackeling voice

That came from the great beyond

The only question that came to my mind?

Was it haunted? Or was I wrong?

I saw my plate of mushrooms

It was then I knew

That the dresser was not haunted

Just my thoughts from mourning you