Halloween Hangover

Thanks so much to Jack Maquire who sent on this wonderful Halloween Poem for publication.


I heard a sound, they had howled

I ran fast, but they prowled.

The moonlight gleamed off the silver trees.

I fell, it was my knees

Caught in a trap

With a tight snap.

The first one pounced

Then second one bounced.

Then a shot was fired

And it was me who was admired.

It was aimed at my head

And out I bled.

It was quite the fright

I saw the light.

He chopped off my body

He thought it was shoddy

He gave what was left to his niece

And here I lie, on her mantelpiece.