Witching Hour

I heard her cackling, wicked with delight Looked up to find her evil silhouette Against the amber moon Halloween night Seeing me below, she made a dire threat “At midnight your teeth will fall from your head Your thick, lustrous hair will drop to the floor Your sight will be blocked by a veil of lead And you won’t see your children anymore” From my porch I ran in and slammed the door Stowed candy away, no more trick or treat Disappointing the kids I did abhor But I had to lie down, get off my feet Shivering in bed, I dreaded her curse Felt her hazel eyes still staring at me Waiting for the onset of things adverse Her menacing presence chortled with glee Clock struck twelve; I had to call it a night So warily I removed my brown wig I took out the dentures that felt so tight Took off strong glasses, hoping she’d renege *Written August 10, 2014