Raining Dogs On Halloween
It is practically raining costumed dogs tonight.
Said a prissy black cat in the October moon light.
What are you saying? What do you mean?
I was surprised to hear this on Halloween.
Cats are the familiars whom we usually see.
Trampling through forest with witches, wee.
But tonight, it is dogs, the onlooker said.
They are raining down on rooftops, over my head!
There is a convict a ghost, a princess too.
There are dogs over there, and under me too.
One is dressed as a dragon, chasing me now.
In the fog I heard her running behind a bow-wow.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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