With Flashlight in Hand
Stoic in the road I pause,
The air is crisp and clear.
Leaves stampeding past me here,
Skittering away in twilight.
This is the eve of ghouls and fright,
And beggars with their bags.
Ghosts and pirates, heroes and hags,
In floppy garbs of glitter.
I hear the leave a-skitter,
The cold is coming soon.
A cloudless night, an ominous moon,
Tonight the spooks will roam.
Then rush away and head back home,
Their treasure to unpack.
Nocturnal pabulum – just a snack,
And then they’re off to sleep.
And so another jubilation keep,
Until old Santa Claus.
The air is crisp and clear.
Leaves stampeding past me here,
Skittering away in twilight.
This is the eve of ghouls and fright,
And beggars with their bags.
Ghosts and pirates, heroes and hags,
In floppy garbs of glitter.
I hear the leave a-skitter,
The cold is coming soon.
A cloudless night, an ominous moon,
Tonight the spooks will roam.
Then rush away and head back home,
Their treasure to unpack.
Nocturnal pabulum – just a snack,
And then they’re off to sleep.
And so another jubilation keep,
Until old Santa Claus.

