Spider Bat On Halloween Night
Spider bat in skeleton form travels through the night.
Waiting for the gloom and doom to feel just right.
There is a tension that grows to a tremendous height.
He floats into view flashing a sheen of sheer delight.
Oh my! What a sight! Yells a ghost with a light.
Is it a spider bat in skeleton form? Asks my Uncle Might.
Yes, for sure! And he is all right, says a ghoul named Sight.
It is a crazy observation even on Halloween night!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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