Halloween
By Lisa Richardson
There is no full moon tonight.
Their young skin not marred
by contagious bite or scratch.
The boys have chosen Lycanthropy,
and prowl restlessly in their new skins.
Werewolves prefer, of course, the open.
So, donning witch’s hat, I follow the pack
to meet, as every year, a vampire,
a skeleton and my fellow witch.
As darkness falls, we creep out
to terrorise the neighbourhood
with wicked Trick or Treat!
The streets are alive and crawling
with all manner of Undead,
all following the Jack-O-Lanterns
to houses sympathetic to our kind.
My wolves fill their bags with sweets,
then home for a cup of witches brew,
while my pups tear at their fresh catch
with sticky paws, eyes wild,
muzzles stained red with sherbet dip.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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