Four Little Spooks

four little Hallows Eve spooks sitting on a fence Named Ford, Carter, Rockefeller and Pence. Camouflaged as jacks, the little one says. She is persnickety and impolite, we call her Inez. This is my song, says the singer; Stay out of it, please. It is ghostly and spooky, this floats to them on a breeze. The jacks are quiet when a werewolf howls their way. It turns their lights to black, scary end to their ghostly day.