Trick Or Treat

The rubber soles of my sneakers scrape along the sidewalk as I go down the streets of my small hometown with only a flashlight and the dim streetlights to illuminate the darkness I walk my way through piles of scattered dead leaves jack o' lanterns smile brightly as they sit in window sills hanging in trees, white sheeted ghosts are stirred by the chilly night wind paper cut-outs of black cats, witches, and jointed skeletons decorate doors my vision is distorted by the eye holes of my mask I can see just enough to find my way to a house my sneakers thump up the wooden porch steps with a cold hand I reach out to knock or ring the door bell I say those three words which earns me my first treat of the evening no harm done, you will get no tricks or mischief from me then it is on to the next house and the next welcoming porch light as Halloween night nears it's end, my bag of treats starts to feel heavy my feet are tired and sore, yet there are still a few more houses to go.... I hope I can relive these sweet memories someday, with my own children.