The Kids Night Out
Black cats poise knowingly
by orange pumpkins.
Orange and black GIANTS fly
across Texas Skies
determined to haunt a group of Rangers
The Jazzy Saints on another channel
are teaching the devilish Steelers
that good can overcome evil.
It is the night of the walking dead,
the night of dentists delight,
the night of disguise from mother’s imagination.
The make believers arrive just as
a home run is hit into
the Ranger’s stands.
Wagon loads of non-walking ghosts and goblins
a team of parents pulling
and little walkers riding point.
As The Kid Pitcher develops a no hitter
the walking dead arrive
with half full sacks.
Each hour the size of the scary ones
goes up three inches
and the parental cavalry stands down.
About the time of the Kid Catcher’s
home run crashes high into the Ranger bleachers
the last mean looking gang shows up.
Still young enough to get under
the community wire labeled “too old,
they have heavy sacks that will last all winter.
Now I ask you
why would I want to move to
an old folks reservation?
Doug Minnis
October 31.2010