Spooky, spooky skeletons
dancing on the lawn
their shadows move in firelight
to their favorite song.
Witch’s kettle on the flames
stirring up a stew
eye of newt and toe of frog
in their special brew.
From the woods there comes a howl,
an otherworldly sound;
watch dismembered body parts
crawl out of the ground.
Spooky, spooky skeletons
dancing on the lawn
while batwings whisper from their caves
into the woods beyond.
The will o’ wisps blink in the mist
what secrets might they share,
preying upon simpletons
to catch them unaware?
The undead rise before our eyes
searching for the feast
We do not know which way they’ll go
– no rest for the ‘deceased.’
Spooky, spooky skeletons
dancing on the lawn
on the edges of the night,
Blink…and they are gone.
© Ginny Brannan 2025
In no small part inspired by Disney's "Skeleton Dance", couldn't get the tune out of my head. The words, however, are my own!
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