an eerie moon hangs low in the sky
a bevy of quail replaced by crows
sits on a weathered fence rail
guarding the open graves....
fall leaves on the ground lay
hiding the young grass growing,
rain gentle falls on the tin roof
sounds of an orchestra tuning,
squirrels and chipmunks scurry
along the ground hopping over
each other for the small nuts...
a witch in black, rimmed in red
surveys her domain silently while
crows gather at her feet paying
homage to her ruthlessness...
lightning strikes nearby, followed by
thunder - spirited silhouettes shiver,
darkness rocks the imagination,
tall tales abound - innocence sleeps
in warm beds, oblivious to the
menacing outside...night's brew
simmers in mind cauldrons and
some hide in closets waiting for the
light of a new welcomed month.
October 26, 2024
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