Trick Or Treat
Black balloons on the gate,
The sky so dark and cloudy.
Dad hadn’t wanted us out late,
But we begged quite loudly.
“Trick or treat,” we spouted,
The words just an expression,
We had never doubted,
It wasn’t a real question.
A door with cobweb festoons,
The man and woman are scary;
They wear skeletal costumes,
And scruffy white wigs so hairy.
“Trick or treat,” we spouted,
The words an easy expression,
We had never doubted,
It wasn’t a real question.
“Trick!” the answer is a shock.
They chase to the cemetery,
We try hide 'hind some rock;
Crouching low and all wary.
“Trick or treat,” we spouted,
The words were an expression,
We had never doubted,
It wasn’t a real question.
Thunder cracks behind our backs,
Neighbourhood dogs go howl.
“I wanna home,” my sister hacks.
“Shush now,” I gruffly scowl.
“Trick or treat,” we spouted,
The words only an expression,
We had never doubted,
It wasn’t a real question.
“Hey,” Dad was tall and adult,
Shining torch beam like a sword,
Chasing away creatures occult,
Making our fears shadows ignored.
Copyright © Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer | Year Posted 2019
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