It was very late on All Hallow's Eve
The sound of dogs baying way off far
As I huddle in my room with a sense of dread
My heart pounded and reaching its peak
As I lay there shivering, quivering in fear October 26, 2006 Poetry © Jan Haile Clark Designed by
TRICK OR TREAT?
Clock not yet struck the witching hour
Moonlight, the blackness did relieve
Hundreds of bats flying out of their tower
Or the howling from the hounds of hell
That glowing I see, eyes or lights of a car
I am so confused, I can no longer tell
A loud knocking is heard upon my door
I curl up into a ball, hiding under my bed
Then I hear the soft creaking of the floor
All of the blood rushed from my head
I grow dizzy and become very weak
I know in one moment I will be dead
A voice rumbles, "I need something to eat"
It is my husband, and as he comes near
He shouts, "Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat!"
Greeneyed Angel