10/31/2025
’Twas the night before Halloween, dark, chilly, and deep,
And the whole haunted town had drifted to sleep.
The pumpkins were carved and their candles burned bright,
Casting faces that flickered with orange delight.
The children lay dreaming of candy and fright,
Of costumes and goblins that danced through the night.
While up on the rooftops, the moon took her place,
Wearing thin wisps of cloud like a ghostly lace.
Then out in the graveyard arose such a clatter,
The tombstones all rattled — what was the matter?
I crept to the window and lifted the shade,
And gasped at the sight that the shadows had made.
For there in the mist with a rustle and groan,
Came witches and warlocks and spirits unknown!
And floating above them, a bat took to flight,
Cackling, “Happy Haunting to all — and to all a good fright!”
