Witches on bicycles by the drove, thru every neighborhood they rove.
Thru holiday thrills & chills we’ve strove, fueled by our sugary candy trove.
Masked covens weave swiftly down your road, seeking chances to lighten their load.
First, tricks waiting for the slightest goad; then, out come all the treats…à la mode.
One corner has skeletons dancing, the opposite zombies advancing.
Wind thru trees, hanging ghosts a-dancing & costumed children candy-chancing.
Night moves in & holiday gets dark; magic tension in the air so stark.
Eve tricks the shadows to stretch their mark; even twilight is having a lark.
Children crash to sleep from sugar highs & dream of their family’s disguise.
Older aged kids mayn’t be so wise; watchful for hells that will never rise.
L.B.Stowe 