The Halloween Parade by Maria Grace Ramirez

When the night is dark

And the big moon is lonely in the sky,

When the wind comes riding in

With a long whip made of whistling tin,

And the rustling

And the howling

Of the whistling tin

Moves in,

Moves in,

And in . . .

It's then I see the spooky, long parade of Halloween.

First come the pumpkins

Rolling and tumbling

And blinking their hollow eyes.

Then come the black cats

Hissing and mewing

And flashing their bright green eyes.

Next come the witches

Crackling and gurgling

And flying their brooms up high.

And last come the goblins

Howling and yowling

and making the children run.