A night when witches skim the air,
When spooks and goblins climb the stair;
When bats rush out with muffled wings,
And now and then the door-bell rings;
But just the funniest thing of all
Is ’cause you can’t see when they call.
(Edwin Carty Ranck)
More Poetry from Edwin Carty Ranck:
- In Kentucky (Edwin Carty Ranck Poems)
- Why The Mole Is Blind (Edwin Carty Ranck Poems)
- The Epic Of The Hog (Edwin Carty Ranck Poems)
- The Processional (Edwin Carty Ranck Poems)
- My Life And Death (Edwin Carty Ranck Poems)
- The Glorious Fourth And Its Memories (Edwin Carty Ranck Poems)