After Hallow's Eve
There comes a creaking from the ceiling,
a tap, a knock, an unfamiliar, scary sound.
Some creature’s up there speaking
creeping, crawling all around.
The attic is a place hidden to itself
where few find their way.
Ghosts and witches, ogres and elfs
caution us to hear what it is they say.
Halloween is full of scary snarlings
among the costumes, candies, shaking knees.
Hold back and wait, my darling
feel safe, take my hand and squeeze
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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