Hiss Shriek Gasp
Evening skies were partly cloudy;
Temperature a sweet seventy degrees;
The weather all week so pleasant
And as nice as ever you’d please.
Below the night’s shrouded half-moon,
Hidden from its sly side glance,
The black cat prowled on alone,
Waiting for just another chance.
The winds corralled in the trees;
Leaves dressed the pathway ahead;
A shadow leaned farther over the pavement—
Was the wee brown vole alive…or dead?
A hiss, or a shriek, or a gasp:
Alarms that swell with the fear
When you’re all alone in the dark.
But then, the vole tore off in a tear!
Shocked, our black cat fell back.
He hissed he hadn’t been seen.
He sluffed back to the orange-gourded porch:
Yes, it is quite a Happy Halloween.