It’s a night with a scythe of a moon; harsh winds,
Whistle a toon in a menacing darkening brume.
Silently hovering nearby… eyes peer out of the gloom.
He’s curiously sly… as you pass by on this dark night,
Don’t be fooled by his cry— watch out for this little spy!
I just wanted to write a poem about this Halloween looking goat. 🎃