After Halloween
Bat leaves skitter like raindrops.
Ghost clouds sweep the sky.
A soft wind's whistle
Awakens faint memories.
Brown leaves are rustling.
The schnauzer bellows;
The little basset follows suit.
They just want to play.
First dark and then light
The clouds move like passing moods.
I follow along.
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