It Is Hallows Eve

Peeking in the door at me at a quarter to three What to my amazed wandering eyes could it be? A goblin or a ghost or a tiny warlock banshee? Peeking in the door at me at a quarter to three… I ran to the door and I looked out with all my able-bodied might. And I flipped on my notoriously not-very-good porch light. But what was I able to see at this time of night? Just a flickering bulb that was not very helpful or bright. I began to search for a flashlight when I heard a tee-hee. Something invisible, which was giggling, was following me! My blood ran cold and I asked it to please leave me alone. Then I and she came over here to write this little poem. It could be a gargoyle, a phantom vampire or a witch. Whatever it is, it makes the floaters in my eye fairly twitch. It’s Hallows Eve and the night is as black as pitch. Whoever it is, it has a laugh that scares me and Uncle Mitch.