Green cat eyes
in Halloween
Green cat eyes
in midnight gloom
fly with the witch
on her ragged broom
over dark hills
where bonfires loom.
There, where haunted
spirits groan,
crouched in the rubble
of rag and bone,
Old Halloween
unearths gray stone
counting the souls
of the restless dead,
nodding her wizened,
shrouded head.
Then, with her bony
fingers spread
she bids them dance
to a frenzied tune.
Thin bodies floating
circle the moon,
and Old Halloween
falls in a swoon...
Red embers die
as the hillside shakes.
A rooster crows.
The morning breaks.
The witch lies dead.
The cat awakes.
~Myra Cohn Livingstonmidnight gloom
