The little dog barked at the moon
While the green ghosts flitted around
The dimly lit spaces in the compound
Everything seemed and looked spooky
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'Trick to strike.. if no treat is given...' Countless celebrations, among one is...Halloween. Mask of Ghosts, Skeletons, Witches, and Devils, worn Spooky Evening, children celebrate with great yearn. Its a delight to read a subject so disticnt in your poem. Curious Clad, i was...until the end... to know the result. Good read, dear poet. Thank you.
Reminds me of the time I returned home late at night, and in my apartment complex's parking lot were all these men in drag, walking around in high heels..oh, wrong poem! Really cute lines in your poem, though. Who says we must give up Halloween thrills as adults? Some nut's in charge of this place, I swear. (love Shornjoe's comment! !)
it was both! i am talking about your write! but just like the child there you are innocent and not shrewd...your tiltle lets you down of your tricky ideas if any! good work Sandra...10
Sandra, Happy Halloween. This is a lovely poem and specially suited for this time of year and your last lines clearly summed it up. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David
the sudden twist brought me out of a surreal world...am i getting obsessed with the surreal, i wonder!