from Francis Kerr Young
will I know it is you in the night
shadows that skulk out from the gloom?
ones shelter in sheets of sheer white,
and hear the wind whispering doom.
on the move they will cover each street,
large bags while they chortle with glee;
small children shout, "Hey! Trick or treat!"
time someone looks out to see
beasties screech, scaring gray alley cats,
pixies, wee hobgoblins, and trolls.
the moon's face soar witches and bats,
on broomsticks, cats rubbing their shawls.
is the time when night creatures are seen,
they come a-haunting Halloween!
Poems from Francis Kerr Young