My response to Jill's Halloween poem

[patti santucci]

Here is my edited response to Jill's poem. She said I should share it with the group. Thanks Jill for the edits.

 

Patti

 

 

Night Haunts

 

The wisp's medieval scheme

shows in stark relief:

it craves and preys on souls

so sweet, bones so petite,

screams high-pitched and so unique,

those special treats of schoolyard meat.

Beware, my child, of being seen

on this cold and windy Halloween.