Halloween

Wind moans; eagles scream
Trees bark and otters dream
The moon laughs as hunters prowl
Coyotes listen as wolves howl
Butterflies, deer, and rabbits all run
The sun hides from midnight's shun
Gaps close and nightmares grow
Shadows flock to watch the show

And then, from the night--
a silhouette's light
blue eyes--a golden-haired child!
Noise stops and frolickers mild
Mystery settles, a fog in the air
The surplus of joy is now hardly there
The air stills--stops every breeze
Animals, wind, and shadows all freeze

Who is this girl, this delicate child
with eyes of blue, so hauntingly wild?
And why is she here, roaming the night
without even a flitter, a shiver of fright?
This girl, this child, should be home and in bed
or innocent tears should stain her eyes red
She should flee from the trees and glowing eyes
She should dart and dash from the critters' loud cries

But she stands like an omen, silent and tall
And the trees hardly move--not a leaf dares to fall

All is silent and still, not a flicker of life
Blue eyes slice the scene, sharp as a knife
Then a soft little noise sifts through the air
It lightens the mood by just being there
And a soft child's giggle turns to a laugh
it grows to a scream and that's only half!

The sun hits the dark, an explosion of light
and a delicate child runs out of sight,
a sunny-faced child with eyes of the night;
she darts and she dashes, devoid of all fright