Halloween verse: Imagination running wild

Is that the wind whispering through the trees

Calling out into the night

Is that a fox, a wolf or deer

Casting shadows, no I fear

Is that the wind rattling my window pane

Let me in, it's cold out here

Is that a mouse, a squirrel or rat

Scurrying on floors, scratching on the mat

A creeky door, a floorboard loose

A step not mine, I call a truce

Please speak up, please come in

I cannot bear the dread within

Imagination running wild

Like a frightened little child

I pull the covers right over my head

As we welcome in the night of the dead