The little dog barked at the moon
While the green ghosts flitted around
The dimly lit spaces in the compound
Everything seemed and looked spooky
Even ordinary people walked about
Clad in strange white long robes
Wearing black masks over their faces
Leaving only their eyes clearly exposed
Had they turned into spirits suddenly
'Is this for real? ' murmured the visitor
He felt as if he were in a dream
Which he likened to the famous
Ides of March in the days of Caesar
'No silly today is Halloween' cried the child
'Now will it be a trick or a treat? '
