The moon is high in an ebony sky.
It’s spooky out here,
I cannot lie.
One foot in front of the other I go;
Stopping by houses of people I know.
Something swoops silently over my head!
Screaming and crying:
I know I’m dead!
Screech owls, horned toads, and flying bats;
With this mask I can’t see where I’m at!
Stumbling and bumbling I fall-
Now, I will have no candy at all!
Back on my feet; had anybody seen?
I better hurry,
it is Halloween!
cMarilyn A. Hudson