Pre-dawn crickets telling tales of the evening’s revelry
Ghoulish parties in the wood
Mocking, the Jay banters and catcalls the Titmouse
Rough coffee, home-smoked bacon
Frittata in the oven
A walk through the trees
Wizards and witches finishing touches on
tomorrow’s hallow’d garments
with little more than chocolate and striped corn
we bid adieu to October, all Saints are we.
Happy, Haunted, Sunday.
DJDawson
