Halloween Inside

The witching hour is at hand

every minute of the day imprisoned.

We have made our secret face

drawn and colored on paper plates.

A minion, Chuckie, Lily Munster,

some Monkees, a puppy, a kitten,

don't forget the hired flunkies.

Bobbing for apples, and party games

our identity masked still tagged with names.

Felon, convict, inmate are labels galore

We wear these costumes but dream of more.