eerie music of the night
creeps rustling through
the falling leaves whistling
the rhythm of the wind
each brittle branch is
tat-tat-tat-tattering a
beat flowing against the
tossed confetti of leaves
natures natural music
is sung every night
but once a year in October
Halloween holds its concert
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
eerie music of the night
creeps rustling through
the falling leaves whistling
the rhythm of the wind
each brittle branch is
tat-tat-tat-tattering a
beat flowing against the
tossed confetti of leaves
natures natural music
is sung every night
but once a year in October
Halloween holds its concert
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