Exercise wasn’t
My personal forte, but
I took no chances.

My ulitmate fear
Was that my head would be way
Too fat for my mask.

The twilight bears a bitter chill
My book, too, carries frigid thrill
To think of the spirits  about
(For at this season, they are let out:

The date when death and life will meet
As truth mixes with deceit.
The children all in costume dress
To put our horrors into jest).

There’s one lone tree atop my hill:
Branches will soon be barer still,
A skeleton of springtime dead,
Its blanket snow, the world its bed.

The stories end, my reading done.
While watching Trick-or-Treaters run,
I take in the taste of autumn’s breeze
And sit near my tree amidst the leaves.

We spent hours,
Days, even weeks
Preparing it.
The highlight of
Our little war.

You’ll never truly
Understand
The amount of effort
Everyone put into
That night.

You knew it was coming.
You had to know,
How could you not?
Everyone whispering
Behind your back

Finally,
Halloween came,
The decided date.
You still had no clue
What was going to happen.

You should have seen me,
Standing in line at Aldi’s
Dressed as a purple fairy,
Holding thirty-two rolls
Of shrink wrap.

After my eight hour shift,
The real fun began.
Three of us,
Dressed as fairies,
Running around your truck.

Sadly,
You didn’t see it.
Security intervened.
Which is probably a good thing,
I didn’t want to see
How you would top that.