Rasta Ruben
On an cool Autumn night,
Eerie and full of dread.
...not fear...but locks.
Darkness is embraced by light,
Peace stirs in the midnight wind,
...not a calm...but a gesture of his hand.
Simple and sweet...a mystery hides
Behind the pleasant mood.
...not a state of mind...but the smile on his face.
With a skull peering over his shoulder,
Silent growls begin to grrr.
...not growls of a wolf...but his hunger of sweets.
The mood begins to fade,
As a black bird paused in flight,
...not in the air...but on his shirt.
Sets the tone for the night,
As he dresses up for Halloween,
...he’s not Bob Marley...he’s Rasta Ruben.
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For Carols Browns “Funny Spooks” contest
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