On this moonlit night full of laughter and fairies and princesses
and more than one Cleopatra, a touch of holiday fun:
HALLOWEEN
A gentle breeze rustling the dry cornstalks.
A sound is heard, a goblin walks.
A harvest moon suffers a black cat’s cry.
Oh’ do the witches fly!
Bonfire catches a pumpkin’s gleam.
Rejoice, it’s Halloween!
Richard Anderson