A Fateful Encounter: Halloween Poem

Bleary-eyed with a frightened face,
One step, two step, three step, four.
That doorbell is a story up from those
boot-covered shoes.

A quick pivot gazes back to mother and father,
The costume a result of her laborious work.
While father hurries the caped crusader along
The street lights flicker on.

Eyeliner pencil suggests your masculine mustache,
with your suave black hat and plastic sword.
The frail gloved hand points to that little light
Depressing it gently.

Boo! Shrieks a man as the door flies open,
"Oh Harold, it's a little kid!"
"Jeez Irene, I didn't know"
But Zorro is too far gone, off into the night.
The little masked marauder was scarred for life.