Children of all ages crowd the illuminated streets
They grasp pillowcases,
half-filled with sugary teats

They prance along
Wrapped in toilet paper
Covered with fluffs of yellow feathers
Friendly neighbors sit at the stoop of their door,
awaiting the disguises to WOW them

Kids, eagerly, dig dirty nails
into the round, plastic bowls
Then come to the surface
with their favorite sweets

They live for the houses that have
left baskets of mouth-watering candy alone
displaying a message, “Take only one”
Pouncing like pumas on a dead corpse,
they scoff and ignore the sign

That house, is my house