It’s a spooky time in Spooksville
This time every year
There are many spooky tales
That surely you will hear
About pumpkins and colored corn
Grown in the haunted field
Their orange skins and yellow husks
Oddly, already peeled
As the bony ravens feed
On kernels of chaos
The skeletal mice scurry
Deep beneath the moss
Where the ghost leaves fall
Into the morning dew
Only to rise again
To scream a ghostly boo
Jessica M. Collette 