Mischief on Hallow's Eve, poetry by ReBecca DeFazio at Spillwords.com

Mischief on Hallow’s Eve

Mischief on Hallow’s Eve

written by: ReBecca DeFazio



We’re not afraid of the dark, of ghosts or goblins.
We run through the woods; hallow’s eve greeting us
with fog and whispering winds. You call me black cat
and make jokes about how all my ancestors were
probably witches. You don’t believe in superstitions
but you agree to throw salt over your shoulder for me.
Once far enough inside the trees; you come to me
on your knees and say trick or treat.

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