Ghost Trees and Bullfrogs

Ghost trees shiver Under silent moving clouds

Creating quiet shadows

That jiggle under shrouds.

'Ole bullfrogs grump and bellow

Because they're in the mood

To joust for juicy crickets

They'd like to have for food.

Their  silver tongues grow louder

As I tiptoe down the stairs

I 'spect they've swallowed moonbeams

And 'er chokin' on 'er seams.

I haste to join the waiting fun

Of anticipation's scary fare

But 'sted their echoes greet me

Though I still smell goblin air.

The Messenger

The Grandeur of Life