This is a poem that I wrote last year but I want to share it with you again...              

                         

She lives in a big house away from the noise

Far away from all adults, and children with toys

She watches them daily, from a distance so far...

and if she catches them.. 

she puts their eyes in a jar...

                            

               

She waits every year  

For that one special day 

When children dress up, and then go to play... 

But they really should be scared 

of the blind old witch...  

while she picks one of the children 

as her voice rise in pitch
 

Come closer.... come closer 

is the song that she sings 

while the bat flies above her, with wide spread-out wings 

That night while they're strolling from door to door

she is ready to trick them, with no treat in sight 

then she catches one, and they struggle with all their might 

But she wants nothing but an eye ...no more

Because for one single night 

nearly this time of year 

This very same witch can see very clear 

So if this day comes closer

all the children should hide 

From the blind old witch 

living on the other side.....