Dracula polished his gravestone until it gleamed at midnight.
He visited the grocery store, but fit in with them all right
Other people were wearing costumes, it was Halloween
No one realized he was not, so he was not really seen.
He bought all kinds of goodies for trick-or-treaters and waited.
Inside the graveyard gates, this cannot be overstated.
No one came to trick-or-treat, people don’t go there at night often.
So Dracula took the treats back to his eagerly waiting coffin.
Bear wanted to be a witch, but had to be satisfied
Dressed up like a skeleton, due to his enormous hide.
Batman with his black mask was immediately recognized.
Disappointed him too, as he jumped out, trying to surprise.
Ghostly stranger was no secret to the other trick-or-treaters.
His voice was unique; we called him McPeters Jeeters.
Was that his name? A costumed elf asked me.
I am not truthfully sure, I replied, with a spot of glee.
Who who who?
Who’s out there? Asked the frightened humans hiding inside.
It’s the mouse-kah-treaters, yelled out Mr. McBride.
We are singing for our supper, we’re on our knees!
Sang out the head mouse, Mr. Do-as-you -please.
Let them in! The kids yelled. Let them in! Let them in!
What do they want? Asked the human next door.
We want cheese! Candy! Cookies! Peanut butter and more!
Keep them out yelled the neighbor. I have been invaded before.
But the grandma inside who was hard of hearing, opened the door.
The house usually held an old lady with unassuming quiet ways.
The door opened, and things came out teethy, in squeamish grays.
We were scared to approach, there were werewolves and such.
Come closer girlie! Said a Dracula who was almost too much.
I wanted the caramel apple, but I was too scared to move.
The entire throng of door openers began to dance and groove.
There were ghouls and ghosts, goblins, creatures out of sight.
I was terrified into silence on this bleak Halloween night.
They giggle at my witch outfit, not realizing it is the real me.
I love the excitement of Halloween, it is a creepy night to be.
They are sharing their stories, no one listening to another.
Behind them stand their puffed-up father or grandmother.
The moms are all on brooms tonight, flying around the moon.
To hear them tell it, they are sexual beings who make Dracula swoon.
In actuality, the adults are who I care not a whit about.
I am listening to the little ones, their laughter and a shout.
Their stories are fascinating, they all have something to announce.
One is hopping beside a tiny toad; I see her skip and pounce.
In a notebook my muse is capturing their thoughts and ideas too.
They have terrific stories, that I will soon write up for you.
Candles burn within the hollow of a skull
Brightly illuminates the darkest of rooms
Where witches meander about and mull
Getting ready to fly away with their brooms
At the door would certainly be a black cat
Casting evil curses on the welcome mat
He then shies away at the incoming bunch
Halloween trick or treaters with stuff to munch
Russell Sivey
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