And Hallow e’en approaches, sneaks up on us while we’re not
looking. The goblins and witches walk the streets, knock on
doors … and children have sugar-fits!
ALL HALLOWS
ghosts walk under ladders
eat hawthorn
and stroke black cats
at full moon 
shadows move dark on silver
a barn owl swings by
bones huddle
and whisky turns
sour as the warning
a policeman gives
for a witchless midnight
First published in Raven Poetry Zine 2007
