In a haunted house, with moonlight aglow,

Lived a ghost named Norman, his tale I'll bestow.

He longed for a friend, with all of his might,

But every attempt left him in ghostly plight.

Norman approached a cat with a grin,

But it hissed and arched, fur standing on end.

He thought, "Oh, dear kitty, don't run away!"

But it bolted so fast, like it saw doomsday.

Next, he tried dogs with a ghostly "Hello!"

They barked and they howled, put on quite a show.

Norman just sighed as they danced in delight,

His hopes for a friend fading into the night.

A crib held a baby with curious eyes,

Norman approached slowly, a ghostly surprise.

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The infant gazed at him, wide-eyed and sweet,

But alas, it could not talk, their meeting incomplete.

Then its mummy approached, oh, what a fright,

Norman had to flee, disappeared from sight.

His heart sank so low, a ghostly despair,

Loneliness weighed on him, heavy as air.

He searched for a friend, through the night and the day,

In barns, in graveyards, in every which way.

But folks ran in fear, their screams filled the air,

Poor Norman, the ghost, could find no one to care.

He wandered through woods, his spirit forlorn,

Till he met a young child on a bright sunny morn.

The child looked at Norman, a smile on their face,

And said, "Hi there, Mr. Ghost, want to play a game of chase?"

Norman blinked in surprise, joy filled his soul,

This child could see him, it made him feel whole.

In innocence revealed, a surprise so divine,

This friendship unique, and it started to shine.

Together they laughed, ran through fields hand in hand,

With Norman, the ghost, and the child in the land.

For appearances mattered to Norman no more,

True friendship was found, and his heart started to soar.

In the end, dear readers, this tale we've spun,

Shows that true friendship can never be outrun.

No matter your form, your shape, or your hue,

There's a friend out there waiting, just to find you.