A little boy's adventure on Halloween after being separated from his friends |
One Scary Night He walked down the street, bag clutched tightly in his hand Separated from his friends, he tried to be ‘a man’ He stifled the sobs that came up unbidden, He was scared and afraid, of things still hidden A stop had been made at the Robinsons’ place The yard had been scary, so away they’d raced But he tripped over a branch and tumbled to the ground His bag had torn; spilled its contents all around By the time he had his treasures recovered His friends were long gone, to places yet discovered A vampire had startled him, a witch cast a spell What kind it was, he couldn’t tell Frankenstein offered to show him the way, If he went with him, he might not see the next day He saw more creatures than he had ever seen, And wished he hadn’t gotten lost on this Halloween Something took his arm and turned him about A werewolf had grabbed him, was opening its mouth He finally lost it, and screamed out loud, Then found he was surrounded by a small crowd As the werewolf’s mouth opened it emitted a chuckle For it was his best friend, Pinky Arbuckle The rest of the crowd were Kathy, Steve, Penny, and Jenn They’d finally found him, and saved him again Jimmy the ‘Ghost’ was always off track It seems getting lost was his personal knack But that’s how it is when you’re only five His friends were a bit older, Steve was nine Back home again he felt safe and sound Sat and emptied his bag, spread it around His mother commented that he had a lot there He told her of getting lost, how no one had cared She explained to him that he was very wrong, That she followed behind him all along She made sure he was safe, never in danger Not taken by a Werewolf, nor a stranger He knew she was right in all that she said Then hugged her close, and went right to bed With Jimmy tucked in, his eyes closed tight She hopped on her broom, and whisked off in the night Jim Dorrell 10/22/08 |