Halloween

• Boyd Doust, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2018

Every Halloween I think of all the lollies,
Pumpkins and nightmares.
Right now it’s the night before Halloween.
I can’t sleep because I’m so excited.
I looked out the window,
I saw something move.
I closed the curtains,
The shadows didn’t move!
My model skeleton twitched its arm,
My glass of water turned to blood.
I saw a bat and broomstick flying,
Well, maybe that isn’t right!
But tomorrow is still Halloween,
You’re bound to get a fright!