Mr. Lecter went all out this year.
For the Halloween decorations.
We just can’t help but gather outside
And stare in admiration.
The way he hung his cobwebs,
Like pale cotton candy clouds.
Wrapped around his bushes,
Like gray, translucent shrouds.
And the graves that stick out of the lawn
Like rotten, crooked teeth.
I shudder at the gruesome thought
Of the corpses underneath.
And the perfectly carved jack-o-lanterns
That line up along the stoop.
Along with the couple of fake black cats
That all hiss in one big group.
He’s got ghosts and witches everywhere,
Zombies and vampires abound.
We want to sing him praises.
But he’s not around.
No, Mr. Lecter isn’t here
Where could he possibly be?
He has great decorations-
What’s that hanging from the tree?
Author notes
Its for a halloween poetry contest. let me know what you think!
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