it’s silver time the moon glows fine it’s dripping red sublime
Pumpkin leaves burning bright where you lie eerie nights.
Clankity! Clank! parading skeletons march in tidy rows playing haunted music. the sundown street echoes through your mind casting shadows their memories keep in our dreams at bed time.
There is darkness instead of light under the wicked lamp-post where buses at
Witches above hand me my pumpkin with love commanding ‘carve’! devils below at large surrounding bare trees black silhouette against the sky moon
when your best friend’s long claws need some trimmin’ teach him how to claw the cat tree like a
light a pumpkin candle it sees through no eyes flames glow shadows and things grow against