SKeletal Tree – photo by Wild Thing
Witches ride wild
Under moonlight
They fly on brooms
To Goblins delight
Oddly shaped gourds
With gruesome smiles
Light the way for
Jack’s weary miles
Bats fly above
Owls hoot below
Eerie noises
Walking slow
Down the road
In the haunted manse
Spectral visions
Do a macabre dance
At the boneyard
The gate groans
Spirits singing
Their ghostly moans
Wind picks up
To add its howl
In harmony with
The hoot of the owl
Shadow shapes
Are monsters waiting
To grab you quick
Your fear pulsating
If you find yourself
Filled with fright
Have no care
Tis Halloween Night
Wild Thing ©October 14, 2107
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