The trees are aglow with moonlight,
silhouetted above the streets.
Mist lies low to the ground,
writhing in between roots and weeds.
Round orange jack-o-lanterns are crouching
on porches with threatening smiles.
Skeletons begin to rattle in their coffins,
their boney music heard for miles.
A lonely bird calls into the thick air,
its small voice made large in the silence.
A mangy black cat angrily purrs,
taking post on a rickety white fence.
Under the sad yellow light of a streetlamp,
a bat menacingly swoons and dips.
Somewhere, in the distance,
a costumed child who is trying to catch up, trips.
Small hands hit the pavement hard,
small lungs pumping air fast.
A glimpse of red eyes in the bushes,
makes him wish to be home at long last.
When he opens his little frightened eyes,
he’s at home tucked into bed.
By some miracle he was back under his covers,
a safe mound of blankets over his head.
But back in the dripping darkness,
his candy attracts all sorts of beasts.
Goblins, gremlins, witches, and vampires,
all infused with the horror of Halloween.
Remember the sound of glittering air
dancing around our small bodies,
and weaving through raspberry thickets.
Remember the pines,
shrouding the cabin like an oversized blanket.
Remember the stars,
resting like little eyes in the black velvet of the night,
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