The Spooky Time is Upon Us
To haunt the park again,
Scaring all the squirrels,
Holding back the rain.
Bedecked in all their finery,
Emerging from the dark,
Their heads held high and haughty,
Thinking they might bark.
They promenade, first left, then right,
Cameras snapping at every turn,
Competition is quietly present,
But it is fun that they will earn.
I can’t help but wonder,
If they talk among themselves,
“Did you see what that ones wearing?
Should have left it on the shelves."
Smiles on every face,
Spreading from ear to ear,
I can’t wait to see,
What they will be wearing next year.