Knock! knock! then knocking some more
Who’s that knocking on my door?
It’s the night of the dead
A night I intensely dread
It’s trick or treating-I muse
Or maybe another ruse
I open the door- nobody’s there
Just a monkeys paw
Covered with hair
I pick up the paw with ire and fear
Take it inside and toss it in my store
A fleeting thought, a sincere wish
The silly-billy that dropped it
ought to be dead
Knock! knock! and knocking some more
Fear blooms anew
Who’s that knocking in my store?
Today Bjorn is hosting at dVerse Poets Pub for Tuesday Poetics. He is asking us to write something related to Halloween -so here’s my take.