A Poem: Happy Halloween

The thirty first at night,
when there is such a fright,

  the pumpkins glow with eyes,
  and spiders weave their webs,
  and sounds are heard around,

and when the clouds do hide the moon,
and it gets dark by time too soon,

  within the homes the candles light,
  and shadows move just out of sight,

the sights of things that walk around,
in eyes and minds that see,
do move in groups and they abound,
to frighten all that be,

  they shriek with sounds and grimace too,
  and then they all exclaim,
  the ‘trick or treat’ they say with glee,
  for candy is their aim!