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The wind is blowing the leaves around.
They hide in crannies and nooks.
Cowering, shivering, hope not to be found
By phantoms, ghosts and spooks,
For tonight the veil may tear.
Build a bonfire, create some light.
The spirits are afraid.
They like the shadows, shun what’s bright
And lurk within the shade
For tonight they cross the veil.
Halloween has arrived
I thought it never would
Extra time to prepare
So I guess it’s all good
My costume is perfect
That cool trophy is mine!
And I’ll get lots of treats
With no curfew this time!
Later I’ll eat candy
And admire my prize
I wish time moved faster
Need sunset not sunrise!
Finally its time to go
Just need to grab my sack
No NO this cannot be
Please someone take it back
I can’t pick up the bag!
This is truly not right
I’ve done so much planning
Please let this be my night!!!
Popcorn balls and candy
There will be none for me
Perfect costume a waste
I’ll not win the trophy
Must practice up my “boos”
That’s all that I can do
Perhaps since I’m a ghost
I can scare a few of you!
SCRATCHES by Micki Peluso
A scratch, a scratch, upon my door
Something out there wants, implores
Old dog snoring, fat cat sleeps
Incessant racket—no relief
Alone with these ungodly sounds
I tremble as my fears unbound
Not cat, nor dog, can sense or hear
The scratches, scratching that I fear
It’s Halloween Eve, spirits seek entry
As hideous Ghouls stand as sentry
Ghosts, goblins and their kind
Spasms of dread pulsate my mind
Scratches dig deeper, louder still
Drawing me to it against my will
Trembling, I reach for the lock
No! My mind reaches out to block
The subliminal urge to heed the call
Quaking, bracing back against the wall
I smell fetid odors of evil’s spoor
And scratching, scratching at my door
Lured seductively, I lift the latch
Confront a terror that knows no match
Succumbing to the horrific task
It’s two feet tall and wears a mask!
Night sky lit by blood-red moon
Face to face with an irate raccoon!
Its beady eyes reflect a glare
Unafraid, it stands tall and stares
I draw a breath, deep with relief
Twas just a critter gave me grief
Yet nights may come; how soon, how near?
When it returns to refuel my fear
And the hideous scratch upon my door
No longer animal—so much more
The coon dashes off across the lawn
Innocent creature, perhaps . . .
Mayhap, the devil’s spawn
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