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I Don't Really Like Halloween All That Much

by Mary Ellen Smith

Just round about midnight on that All Hallows Eve

I felt something tugging on my jammie sleeve.

I woke up quite slowly, my vision was blurred

And that’s when I heard what I heard what I heard.

 

I bolted back under my blankets and sheet

Curled up my legs and drew up my feet.

I lay there in darkness my eyes open wide

When I felt that same tugging now at my side.

 

I rolled away quickly from that haunting touch

Rolling quite frenzied, I rolled way too much.

Off of the bed then I fell with a thump

Hitting the floor and my head with a bump.

 

Rolled up like a sausage in a pancake vice

I tried to stand up not just one time but twice

But before I could get my feet firm on the floor

I heard the slow groan of an old creaking door.

 

"Cre- creak" said the door as it slowly swung wide

I hopped about looking for someplace to hide.

"Creeeea-creak" the door said, ever louder it grew

As I managed to hide behind drapes that I drew.

 

The light from the window begged me to look

Urged like the ending to some scary book.

My arms were quite useless there bound to my side

So I tilted my head for a view from my hide.

 

The room looked so eerie in the filtered moonlight

And I shook from the fear on that Halloween night.

The fear of not knowing what might be ahead

And that’s when I felt a light touch on my head.

 

I screamed with the scream of a frightened tom cat!

I didn’t know screaming could sound quite like that.

I screamed such a scream it rang both my ears

A blood curdling scream brought on by my fears.

 

And that is precisely when I awoke from my dream.

I woke the cat too with my ear splitting scream.

He rubbed up against me. “Don’t worry.” He purred.

I was the sound that you heard that you heard.

 

Well I don’t have a cat, so that was odd don’t you see?

And he sat there his green eyes just glowing at me.

His black fur was all fuzzed and standing upright

As he arched up his back, in a Halloween sight.

 

I’ll never forget the silhouette of that cat.

Or the glint of his teeth as he smiled like that.

And I’m not one for whining or pouting and such

But I don’t really like Halloween all that much.

10/30/2005

Posted on 10/30/2005
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/01/05 at 05:00 AM

Fun halloween poem Mar.....Charlie

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/18/09 at 03:41 AM

I'm so glad I got to read this! It's everything Halloween brings to my mind. Very well done! Thank you.

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