october occurrence

had a pooch — was white and fluffy — would run to the whistle i sounded

but the other day — there came a delay — and a noise which wasn’t quite grounded

it felt like mews and little chirps — then gulps and whimpers and laughter

and when i arrived where it oft played outside i’d landed just a bit too much “after”.

all that was there were her toys and some hair, and a black witch-like hound vaporizing

and grabbing my bat — for a good swing at that — it’s mistical form went to rising.

It moved like a ghost — but it smelled like a mongrel— there were no longer yips from my poodle

And that’s when I recalled — the trees with their leaves bald — a Halloweenish black-candle doodle.

So i kicked at the air — i wriggled at the cold wind — i cursed at the moon raised in daylight

and i mourned for my fluffy — drank a glass of dark cider — and went looking for a very long hayride.