OCTOBER'S WANING HOURS Howling black cats and flying vampire bats hurry,
The very short time to spread fear being their worry.
Skinny witches, a trio of three, fly astride stick brooms,
As an aura of dark evil over the entire earth looms.
Each riding witch is singing sad songs of Halloween,
The most ghoulish and scary holiday to ever be seen.
Every witch in the sky, blocking out light of full moon,
Has only a few short hours to spread her mournful tune.
Each has little time left to sing October's sad song,
When November's sun shines, October's dark evil will have
moved along.
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