Oh boy, it’s that time again, when brave dogs like me run and run away from humans and what they call fun.
Bangs and crashes fly high in the sky.
Some slide along the ground, whizzing after us.
Why do they do it?
Why dress in black from head to toe?
Why carry sticks in bunches, when we present them to them one by one to throw away in fun.
A puzzle it is, I have to say!
What about the pumpkins I have seen growing so gently in the ground?
Hacked off and eyes and mouth gouged out to carry candles with smelly wicks, sputtering with a bright glow,
To show the revellers where to go, in this night of witches and good and bad spells, tricks and treats.
Mr Owl said, “Why are you out so late this bewitching night?
“Be off home and curl up safely in your bed.
“I too dare not tarry. I fly well away from the reach of the bangs and flashes.
“Rockets landing in the branches of my favourite trees.
“Thank goodness it is but one night of madness called Halloween, much enjoyed by the masses.
“A safe home run my friend, ’til we meet here again.”
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