Halloween
(#22, from "A Frosting for Every Event")
It is not the goobers, - no.
It is the goblins are here.
Their eyes blaze red, their faces a smear.
Creepy gremlins in moonlight dance drape
fog with a black satin cape.
Make no sound!
It’s better they know not the whereabouts of
man or hound.
Little monsters bear keen ears, hair
that bristles to ever light breeze.
When lightening pales a frightened face, they
laugh louder than thunder can ever keep pace.
The bigger the teeth, the higher their humps,
the longer the nails protrude from their stumps,
the greener the tongue, the one with most eyes,
the downright ugliest, most gruesome disguise is
champion among the ghouls –
Commands the stage on horror drools and
comes to you to your frightened surprise
with a tiny voice, one quarter man-size
for nothing more than a little sweet treat
in return for a thank you and
a final, grizzly retreat.
~ Copyright © 2008 by Susan Durant. From A Frosting for Every Event. Used by permission of the author.