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.