A Halloween Tale– Just for Laughs
A raven flapped across the sky,
Perhaps it sought a midday snack.
Its feathers gleamed, it soared up high,
With no dark curse upon its back.
A black cat trotted, soft and sleek,
Its fur as shiny as a shoe.
It paused mid-stride to take a peek—
No omen here, just passing through.
The breeze picked up, leaves swirled around,
He stumbled on a stray pine cone.
No ancient whispers, just the sound
Of tripping on what nature’s grown.
Ravens, black cats—no need for fright,
They’re just out strolling day and night!
10-31-2024
© F Aparici