The Wind
The wind slips down the
mountainside on a moonlit night
The wind rustles the last
leaves on the almost-bare trees
The wind cuts the corner
and spins up tiny dust tornadoes
The wind flickers the
candle flame of a grinning jack o’ lantern
The wind creeps under the
door and sways a witch’s sooty dress
The wind blows on the
fire, making the cauldron boil and bubble
The wind scoots up the
chimney, back into the dark night sky
The wind rises over the
rooftops and drifts on out of town
The wind crosses the
mountains to find another place to play
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