The sky is dark,

The air is still,

Will ice arise,

As children go on their candy spree?

The pumpkins are frozen,

Their smiles are now…

Droopy frowns.

Every costume,

Looks like an Eskimo;

No princess, dragons, or tigers.

Just fluffy marshmallows.

We say trick or treat at doors.

It’s a quick exchange.

We are blasted with warmth,

Then it is taken just as quick;

As the door slams.

Maybe next year,

We too will stay home;

And enjoy the warmth.

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Have a Happy Halloween. Stay warm! 🎃