I may be too old for trick-or-treating, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t have a little boo-rific fun. And as I’m pretty fond of Edgar Allan Poe and poetry and Susanna Leonard Hill’s writing contests, it all came together. In a hundred words or less.
The (Scaredy) Cat
Once upon a midnight spooky, while I roamed in my Suzuki,
Looking for my black cat, lost among the trees.
I thought I heard a mewing, or was it more like booing?
A booing ever softly, whistling through the breeze.
“H-hello?” I asked the dark, the shadows in the park.
When suddenly a cackle sounded in my ear.
And then I caught a peek, of something black—it streaked!
Across the grass, and sprang onto the floor!
I nearly jumped out of my skin, as it settled down right in—
my lap. Sweet dreams, kitty. But for me, nevermore!
There’s still time for you to jump in and join the Halloween fun! As for me, I think I deserve a Butterfinger. Or six.