Neighborhood amble
Crunch of dry, brown leaves
Accompanies the clack
Of my footfalls
On nearby lawn
I espy a duo of hags
Engrossed in toil and trouble
Black hats, barbed warts
Broomsticks, a bubbling cauldron
Overseen by an emerald-eyed, ebony cat
From adjacent patio
Pale, shrouded figure beckons me
Toothy Bram-Stoker grin
Eager to share his thirst for mock blood
And a stash of lollipops
In a flowerbed
Gargantuan octoped
Stands centered and steady
On sprawling circular patterns
Of viscous webs
The spidery sentinel
To a realm
Of pumpkins, gourds
Haystacks and chrysanthemums
Down the road
A klatsch of skeletons
Dances to a xylophonic jig
While a tall, lumbering creature
Approaches me
From across the street
To the sound of J. S Bach's
“Toccata and Fugue in D Minor”
Patchwork green flesh
Bejeweled
With glistening neck bolts
And...
Oh my goodness!
It's the Invisible Man!
(Although, I don't know how I know this
I can't actually see him)
This graveyard playground
Of haunted houses, headstones
Horror highlights and hokum
Offers me one reward
Sweetest trick of all
A pillowcase
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With treats
