What her wide-moon-eyes gazed filled her with fright.
The humans went to bed, turned out the lights.
It was her alone who saw the witch take her flight.
On the lawn, the skeletons danced a jig,
The scarecrow played with the bugs in his wig.
The spiders in their sticky webs of white,
The slippery snakes searched for something to bite.
In brilliant pride, they all played their parts
To dare, to scare the children from afar.
A dance on the lawn only one soul did see,
A tradition that occurred every Halloween.
Happy and safe Halloweens to you all my dear ghouls and booooys!
Your humble author,
S. Faxon
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