As I set my broom aside
with a thought so candle bright
My glowing eyes I can’t hide.
On the date of this fall month
I’m allowed to be my self
even eating my best lunch –
can of worm warts on the shelf.
But maybe I’ll surprise them
My witch cousins and witch friend
I’ll knock on doors because I can
Pretend to be a small human.
I’ll forget my nightly haunts
For this one special fun time
Neglect my night’s sky-filled jaunts
Instead listen for door chimes.
I’ll dress up like a robot
Or maybe a movie star
Collect yummy candy – lots
Walking sidewalks near and far.
Tonight I am not a witch
I switch roles and use my feet
hoping for no surprise glitch
as trick or treaters I meet.
I hide my twelve toes with shoes
Third eye is under a hat
My high shrill voice yells Boo BOO
Kids scream and so does a cat.
My bun of black hair escapes
And my pointy ears pop out
WITCH! someone yells with fear, hate
Suddenly I’m full of doubt
Guess I can’t be who I’m not
Not tied to the ground like them
I laugh and sprint past the tot
Glad I can fly like a wren.
“Boomer!” I yell and she flies
To my hands, my pal, my broom
I screech and scream out “good bye!”
As we fly toward the full moon.