The wind
slowly creeps
along the ground
as
fallen leaves
begin
twirl around
Whirling in a vortex
to the sky
cackling
In the twilight
as Halloween arrives
***
The willow
weeps hysterically
into the night
Limbs
tremble
uncontrollably
with fright
***
as bats
fly everywhere
above
the cemetery
where
the dead rise up
and leave their stinkin lairs
***
Moaning...groaning
sticks and bonies
wobble, hobble, gobble
through the night
returning to their graves
in morning light
leaving
nothing but
his hollow head
Halloween is over
and
The Pumpkin Man is dead
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