It Is What We Do On Halloween
Does Dedra look strange to you? I asked her cousin.
No more than usual; he replied. She’s crazy as a dozen.
A dozen hyenas? A dozen cats? A dozen fleas?
Don’t ask me, he said. She’s always been a tease.
Look at her costume, I pleaded and implored.
She’s truly something else, so strange-adored.
It is called Halloween, it’s what we have in the states.
I thought that it must be odd; her face had grates.
It’s a mask, he told me. Don’t worry a bit.
She’ll dress in rags and have an all-out fit.
It’s what we do in October on Halloween.
So, I decided to believe her cousin, Dean.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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