Broomsticks, and Bats

The moon is bright, as the witches take flight, over the trees, watching you, and me. Trick or Treaters collecting their loot, tis the season, to spook. Bats are hanging upside down, waiting for the right time, to come swooping down. Ghost, and goblins roaming the streets, looking for goodies to eat. Vampires with teeth dripping in red, their favorite night we all dread. Scary tales, making goose bumps appear, Halloween is coming, it is sooooo very near.