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