Halloween.

The witch cackled
her crackling voice
snapping the cold twigged silence
leaving it forever sullied.

Ghosts willowed past
smoky wraiths pale
despondent dreaming of the days
when feelings were warm and tactile.

A cat sung low
its mating call
ignoring the ghosts and the witch
only wanting to find a wife.

Dark night, bright stars
spirits present
cats call:
Halloween,
Halloween,
Halloween.