It is
A night of mystery
When all are masked
And denizens,
Both real and ethereal,
Walk among us.
A full moon flirts
With wisps of clouds,
And owls hoo
From baring branches,
As costumed little ones roam
From home to home,
With pillow cases
And plastic pumpkins,
Demanding levies
Of sugar
In return for safety
From their trickery.
Meanwhile,
Throughout the night,
Screams and nervous laughter
Are heard from within
Makeshift haunted houses,
While errant spirits flit
Back and forth
Through the veil
Of life and death,
Until midnight comes
And all is quiet
Again.

c. 2020

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