When days turn cold, and the wind has bite
When trees turn gold, and their leaves take flight
When jack-o-lanterns flicker and glow
And black cats slink wherever they go
When tiny children roam the street---
Faeries; ghouls, with candy sweet
When bats and skeletons hang outside
And cobwebs are a thing of pride
A rattle of chains, the clatter of bones
A spooky tune, with desperate moans
Then canine howls fill the air
And a full moon with icy stare
Looks curiously down at such a fright
As always comes on Halloween night
10/of some day/of some year around 09