Halloween poem (had better)

The witch is coming,
you'd better hide.
She's taking your bones
and you're going to cry.

I'd better run
and stop now.
That crazy witch
will rip my arms.

Progressive

On this rainy night

I'm sitting at my desk

Writing a letter to a friend

Who is living in Israel.

On this sunny day

I'm standing on my feet

Reading a story about a king

Who is dying in Pekin.