My eyes are playing TRICKS on me.
They’re seeing pumpkins in that tree — smirking, grinning, ghoulish faces
perched in all the darkened spaces.
Bats and goblins fill the air and cackling witches screech and glare.
Sticky COBWEBS hanging down, wrap me round without a sound.
I need a full strength magic POTION to stop this eery strange commotion
and safely pass that gnarly tree, whose branches keep on grabbing me.
My shortcut’s turning out to be a bad idea. It’s history!
I’m just out for the treats and fun. It’s time to turn around and ……….