To Catch A Ghost

To Catch A Ghost

Every Autumn when the air gets cold,

little Poe rises and breaks the hold.

The search begins for a treasure new,

an orange delight of which he has so few.

Under the dark sky he searches and wonders,

looking, listening, no time for blunders.

In a patch so large a smile on his face,

he grabs the pumpkin without a trace.

Off to the grave to return with pride,

another Halloween his soul had not died.