Black and empty eyes
Stare without a soul inside
See them every day
On my daily walk outside
Sometimes think I see
Life that flickers in the dark
But it’s fantasy
Nothing moving there beyond
And i know it is
Just internal emptiness
Windows of abandoned house
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I extended a tanka, I did on then #5poem prompt on twitter.
Word of the week was window. Extension is done in chōka scheme
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Very nice. I like this one very much. I do enjoy your entries that are “spooky.” You have a gift for it!
The windows are the eyes of a house, and an empty house can be quite spooky