Halloween

On this dreadful, stormy night, beneath a moon hung low, the wind whispers through the pines, sending chills down to your soul. The leaves have all but withered, the birds have long since flown. The snakes begin to slither, the spider’s web full grown. As the night grows eerily still, the only sound--a raven’s cry. Then a shadow streaks the sky, followed by a frightful shrill. You want to run away, but curiosity knows no bounds. Yet the longer you delay… you may end up underground. You near the creepiest of houses, your heart filled with dread and doubt. But still you rap--rap, rap, rap!-- and Trick or Treat! you shout. Happy Halloween! Alesia Leach © 10/2014