sun as it fell
fell right into the moon
wind blowing strong
while the seasons in bloom.

witch on her stick
curdles the sky
clouds in reform
in plethera pass by.

stars are in spot
as they freckle the black
pushing the moon
as our world just stands back.

cats back is arched
as, black fur stands on end
wings of bat fly
over pumpkins evil grin.

moon's showing profiles
of clouds passing by
skull's on the crossbone
witche's brew over fire.

air, it's so filled
by the chill of the night
your toes they stick out
from your blanket wrapped tight.

the frost's on the pumpkin
it's time for dickie dunkin~




~Bentlee~