Hallowed Night

 

Hallowed Night

By Kira A. Moore

 

The sound of leaves rustling

In the still night air,

A whispering,

In the dark.

 

Look up and see,

The trees reaching

With bared limbs

Toward the full moon.

 

A movement seen

From the corner of your eye,

Ghosts and Goblins walking,

In parade.