Nightshade
Late at night on Hallowe'en
I hear the town clock strike thirteen
Bats and witches fill the air,
Spooky shadows everywhere.
Across the moon, dark clouds fly past.
From my window I peek at last,
Then pull the blankets to my chin
And shut my eyes--won't let them in.
Pretending's fun if it's done right,
But I should pretend in the daylight!
Loise Wilder