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.
