October , 2011

That Time of Year It's that time of year when they are here lurking behind every tree ... every bush peering in through your window at night lying under your bed screeching hellish sounds that makes your hair stand straight up Don't say you don't know who they are You absolutely know from the Scottish prayer who they are They are ghoulies . . . ghosties long legged beasties things that go bump in the night I dare you to walk through the town's old cemetery on a moonless night Alone . . . by yourself with the wind doing tricks causing old oaks to creek groan . . . whine I dare you to walk it alone They'll be there behind antediluvian headstones behind rugged bark maples waiting for you Your Edger Alen Poevian tell-tale heart will pound pound pound like the drum drum drum of a forlorn partridge drumming for his mate You'll try not to hear or see them You'll try to focus on the straightest line out of the cemetery You'll pray more than you have ever prayed Your eyes dare not look in the direction of the ghoulish ghastly sounds Oh God you cry get me out of here No more will I venture out on nights like this Yes you know You've always known You know it's that time of year when they are here lurking behind every tree . . . every bush peering in through your window at night lying under your bed screeching hellish sounds that makes your hair stand straight up I dare you to walk in on your own on a moonless night through the haunted zone Jerry Johnson Irasburg, VT Haiku Small batman with snak looking for a sweet surpirse innocence at work Janet Nesler Sciotoville, OH Haiku Tiny black cat stalks Neath fulness of harvest moon Meows trick or treat Janet Nesler Sciotoville, OH