What Was That
With sage hoot owl on his shoulder, the Jack-o-Lantern King
Scared off every goblin the haunted house could bring.
He gave them the wind, and the shutters popped and slammed.
The owl gave them an eerie hoot that scared the flimm and flamed.
There had been four squatters living in the King’s haunted manse.
Skeleton, witch. devil and pirate, who had electrified his fans.
They had been making supper when they got scared off down the lane.
The owl and the Jack-o-Lantern king enjoyed their fudgy sugar cane.
What do you think it was? The Pirate asked his comrades as they walked.
I have no idea, the witch said, but did you hear that terrifying squawk?
That popping gave me a headache, the devil said holding onto his crown.
The pirate said I do not know, but let’s not stick around.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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