Tricks, treats or Tweets?

When October’s night falls,

It comes so fast

Suddenly the sunny day

You thought would last

Is wrapped in shades of black

And gray,

As early stars twinkle hello.

There’s magic in the air

Every Hallow’s Eve,

When you look up

At the sky,

Broomsticks fly

And owls cry,

As children run

From house to house,

Not really disguised.

And I,

Much wiser than they,

Sit outside my door

Wrapped in sweaters warm,

Hoping to warn

Those who don’t know

How treats can turn to tricks

Whenever the winds howl,

And that until midnight’s strike

Ghosts may still run afoul.

Remember all children sweet,

Don’t wander too far on your street,

You’ll never know when you might need

To SOS a Tweet.