When crescent has departed
solid black rules the night,
silence becomes supreme.
Creatures open eyes
that glow an eerie color.
Walking faster
between two rows of oak.
Breath becomes quicker
heart beats a little faster.
Movement in the trees
following against the wind.
The door to safety
the distance seems too far.
running just might help,
with fear, even more.
A howl, a flap, a shuffle,
and, good lord, "what is that smell"?
Adrenaline kicks into gear
and the door opens with a strong push
"Good Evening" says the count,
"Oh shit" says I.
Happy Halloween to all!!
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