Spooky the Night

Spooky the night; Ghosts are even contrite Continually drifting round the hound. Pumpkins have found A dark body to walk them around While monsters walk the streets. The pounding of the brisk wind beats. Frighten Cuckoo bird under a nightshade hood. Red eyes hover round the woods. Bats fly round, waking the dead. Soil moves, while coffins slowly open, Close, and reopen, Disturbing the living dead, Their shaking hands with dread. Come now. Come now. There is extra room. The witch on the broom Is waiting for her groom As spiders thread A large web for their bed. 1/4/2025