Spooky

Black cats stalking

Helpless prey

Jagged nerves

That start to fray

Moon rays glitter

On the mud

Mosquitoes whine

Their quest for blood

What's that howling

To the south?

Bone-white teeth

And foul-breathed mouth

The veil grows thin

And creatures gather

Cruel, dark eyes

And sides a-lather

One false move

And they'll get in

You shiver at

Their awful din

The streets are full

With drunken goons

Made bold by liquor

Oh what a boon

With any luck

They'll take the heat

If demons come

And want to eat

The weekend beckons

On the morrow

But first, this night

Of deepest sorrow

For some will perish

Some will die

Their loved ones left

To wonder why?

The hundredth time

Or 'haps umpteenth

Bad omens on

Friday thirteenth