Halloween City

There is a make-believe town

Where sulking and frowns

Are honestly bound

To rise up from the ground

The hawks and the crows

Everyone knows

Sit on the fence

Waiting for the north wind to blow

The kids and the teens

Fail to have dreams

Because of the zombies

That march on the street

Every day

All throughout may

The fairs and the scarecrows

Are ripped up into hay

All year round

The screams and the sounds

Mysteriously appear

Where they shouldn’t be found

I never believed

That the forest and trees

Would ever awaken

But I guess the joke was on me

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson