Pupcorn......

All Hallows Eve is breaching the horizon,
the day all souls ascend to God's throne.
The journey long, the wait an eternity,
the time is near, the direction to hone.

The sun shines bright as the clouds part,
leaving a beam of light for all to see.
Hexagrams, pentagrams, witches broom,
chanting, singing, shaving cream on a tree.

Ghosts and goblins, children dressed up,
mimicking whatever their little hearts desire.
Candy corn, caramel, rich chocolate bars,
ballerina's, pumpkins, birds on a wire.

A few more days, festivities begin,
as night grows longer and days dim.
Witches brew and kettles of spells,
hearts are fluttering with a child's whim.

Fire crackling in the fireplace,
offering an aura for that one holy night.
Trick or treat bags and a glowing torch,
kitties and puppies huddling with fright.

The season of mystery and magical spells,
imaginations rise with the brightest light.
Parties for adults and children alike,
parties for puppies, what a fanciful delight.

Puppy pupcorn and puppy ice cream too,
party hats and plenty of costumes.
Treats, biscuits, rawhide bones,
the room filled with puppy perfumes.

Chasing goats, ducks, and each other,
yapping at horses, where are the ear plugs.
Poodles, huskies, lamas, and hens,
even yapping at creepy crawling bugs.

Rolling in grass and ball playing too,
a day of fun, a day out in the sun.
Tired, worn out, wanting to sleep,
had plenty of food and plenty of fun.

What we have kept secret from them,
they will soon have sisters to contend.
Yorkie's when born will soon have a home,
now I pray all my babies will blend.

         Happy Howlween!!!

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
10/18/2009 © All rights reserved