A Wicked Boy's Plight On Halloween Night! Poem by Savita Tyagi

Few little boys played happily with the ball.
An old mean boy kicked the ball high in air,
The ball got stuck in palm's thick green hair.
A woodpecker flew to poke a hole in ball.
She filled it up with grass to make a lair
For winter a warm nest she prepared.

Rain drops slipped from ball's slick skin
Her chicks were safe too from windy blare.
The boy spiteful brought a ladder to climb
On to one of the long tree branch he held
The hatchlings were fearful and distressed
For his cruel intention was to rumple the nest.

It was the evening for Halloween trick or treats!
Witches and goblins were flying above streets!

One of them kicked the ladder down with heels!
This left the wicked boy hanging from the tree!
Helpless to slide on ground or hoist up the nest!
His boisterous howls were drowned in darkness!
Nobody heard his sorrowful plight on that night!
For all thought he was doing the Halloween tricks!

10.30.2017

Happy Halloween Everyone!