The fog had fallen
Visibility was low
My grandmother swore
This was misery and woe

An old wives tale
But is it really so
Do these things happen
Does mother nature know

We were on the porch
I knew it was creepy
We sat there talking
Her chair was creaking

Middle of the night  
My ears were bleeding
From a sad sound
A night owl screeching  

The wind said hello
The trees casually waved
She took her pills
That didn't cure the craze

I told her to be friendly
She finally calmed down
A senile old woman
Afraid of the ground