To celebrate Halloween, here’s a poem to share with your favorite little ghoul. Enjoy!
The moon is just a crescent
hanging low against the trees,
The leaves are wild and crackling
tumbling on the breeze,
And my black cat is rushing home to me
The clouds are rolling fast now
the night is gathering steam,
But here the fire sizzles soft
it’s time to stop and dream,
And my black cat is rushing home to me.