Trick

White sheets, raining sweets, finger-holes for eyes.
Little steps, out with pets, door knocked surprise.

Rain mac's, candle wax, fright night parade.
Goblin hobb, graves to rob, costumes ready made.

Light dims, sharp-teeth grins, Pumpkin shadow stare
Darkness falls, doorbell calls, press me if you dare.

Open door, six or more, hands outstretched for treats.
Behind my back, in a sack, a home made head and sweets.