Beware all scarecrows that guard a field,
Especially on a cold stormy Halloween night.
For on that evening they walk among us,
Scaring the shit out of us with cruel delight.
They crave and hunger only human flesh,
And when cornered greedily take a bite.
Retreating back from whence they came,
At the sign of dawn's first light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem