Pumpkin Time (A Bedtime Story)

  
     A sleek black cat stalks out the 
     Door upon the starless 
     Night - he blends into the darkness 
     Like an ancient troglodyte; 'tis the time of year when witches
     Brush foliage from the trees and pumpkin
     Jack'O'lanterns glow and flicker in the 
     Breeze.  Small sheeted ghosts will
     See themselves and scare themselves to
     Pieces as they streak past gray glass 
     Windows and meet skeletons and 
     Bats and run away from scare-crows 
     Dressed in farmers' torn straw 
     Hats.  In the eerie scary distance 
     Hoots a hoarse old 
     Owl and when they hear wierd laughter 
     All the kids begin to 
     Howl - take me back, take me home
     Let me in - 
     End of poem. 


     Note: State of Maine Writer's Conference 1982.
           Prize winning poem.  Editor recalls the 
           last line was joint effort of TomMikeLiz + Gram.