Old Fashion Rhyme
Seventeen spirits came to our door
All left with candy, some wanting more.
Toddling children, all with a sack
Followed by parents escorting their pack.
Hands smudged and sticky, they returned to their homes
Lip-smacking sweetness all dancing like gnomes.
Thank heaven for parents, who moved with a plan
And loaded them safely back into their van.
and then a Tanka
Small playground shadows
dressed for their costumed delight
-whispers in the night
Anxious souls peer through shutters
Offer treats by porch-light glow