Monsters prowled the darkened streets. The time was theirs to search for treats. Deny their cravings if you dare, but tricks certain for the unaware. ~ The moon was full and fog was thick. This night they’ll feast, tomorrow sick. Ghosts and goblins in shadows hide. Porch lights flicker but stay outside. ~ Fairies welcome and clowns make fun. Pirates afloat grab treasure and run. Mummies abound wait for their turn. Witches swoop to take what they yearn. ~ Werewolves howl barking desires. The shrunken in wagons mostly criers. Superheroes patrol to keep things in line. The things all laugh cos their doing fine. ~ The much larger zombies follow the pack. They beg and plead for an unwanted snack. The air grew cooler, the end was near. Then sleep soon ended another nightmare.
I woke up early and the sky was gray. The world’s in turmoil yet I’ve little to say. But the birds are happy in the mulberry tree. I can hear them laughing, maybe at me. ~ They see our world from high above, whether gull, robin or mourning dove. Their time alive is soaring free, while looking down on you and me. ~ For if to fly like a bird, we’d then flock but never herd. We’d hatch into a nest well made, free of worry cos no rent’s paid. ~ Just think of the places we could go. We could fly south before the snow. We could eat berries, bugs and worms, pretty much anything that wiggles or squirms. ~ There’d be no alarms or jobs we hate. We could fly to the stars our very first date. Then glide back down to a favorite tree. There we’d rest harmoniously. ~ But we’re not birds and that’s a shame. Our lives are grounded and mostly tame. But if to wish on this day that’s gray, I’d poop on those who stand in the way. ~ So maybe my wish is not about birds. It’s about people I think are turds, those who’ve prevented a world of peace, for you and me and a gaggle of geese.