Halloween Series: The Bat- A Poem

By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.

He likes the attic of an aging house.

His fingers make a hat about his head.

His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.

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He loops in crazy figures half the night

Among the trees that face the corner light.

But when he brushes up against a screen,

We are afraid of what what our eyes have seen:

For something is amiss or out of place

When mice with wings can wear a human face.

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-by Theodore Roethke, from the book The Haunted House and Other Spooky Poems and Tales by Gladys Schwarcz and Vic Cume

Halloween Series: The Flattered Flying Fish (The Shark and the Flying Fish)- A story

Said the shark to the Flying Fish over the phone: “Will you join me tonight? I am dining alone. Let me order a nice little dinner for two! And come as you are, in your shimmering blue.”

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Said the Flying Fish: “Fancy remembering me, And the dress I wore at Porpoises’ tea!”

“How could I forget?” said the Shark in his guile: “I expect you at eight!” and rang off with a smile.

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She has powdered her nose; she has put on her things; She is off with one flap of her luminous wings. O little one, lovely, light-hearted and vain. The Moon will not shine on your beauty again!

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-by E.V. Rieu, taken from the book The Haunted House and Other Spooky Poems and Tales by Gladys Schwarcz and Vic Crume.