October 23, 2011

BuddhaRocks Project: Day 7

Halloween Spectre

When the shadows ooze and grow
And overflow their cracks

When your lonely midnight stroll
Is crossed by black cat tracks

Ghosts and ghouls make low sounds
That make you run and hide

Graveyards turn into playgrounds
For people who have died

Wolves and coyotes start to howl
Bats flit in the moonlight

Scary creatures start to prowl
It’s Halloween tonight!


  1. For some reason Vincent Price's voice was going through my mind as I read your poem. I love the photo.

  2. For a human, you are seriously dark--I like it1


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