All Hallows Eve Or The Spooks Of Halloween Night Poem by Karen Nivens

Spooks, spirits, eeks and shrieks, werewolves, vampires and black cats
All Hallows Eve is the night to worry about that.

The bright harvest moon casts down its eerie orange glow
Creating havens of shadows for tricksters below.

Drifting across the moon ominous streaks of clouds loom.
No, wait. Could it be the dust trail left by a witch's broom?

Wear garlic around your neck and hang wolf bane in sight.
The things that go BUMP become real on Halloween night.