COWBOY POETRY: Halloween Night

Cowboy poet Bryce Angell

Now some would say that Halloween is just for kids and treats. But I’m tellin’ you, and this is true, Halloween is not so neat.

It was 10 pm, the trail was dark. Old Jim and I were walkin’. I’d climbed down off the saddle ‘cuz the world was now a rockin’.

The time I’d been at Daisy’s Bar was wasted every cent. I think I’d spent a total of last month’s past due rent.

My vision was a little off, but knew just what I saw. My mind was still in one whole piece. There wasn’t any flaw.

Her coat was long and black. She had her hat pulled extra tight. What a sight to see for you and me upon this frightful night.

The lady’s nose was oh, so long with a wart right at the end. Could I flick that growth right off her pose? What a message that would send.

My nerves were shot I was firmly caught with a smoke but not a light. So I asked the Hag, “You got a match?” You could tell she saw my plight.

“Of course I do,” she cleared the air, ”I’m queen of all the wrath that pulls you back from all that’s good, down that lonely path.”

I chucked my empty bottle and I hopped on old Jim’s back. The witch climbed on that broom of hers, with speed she didn’t lack.

Was it all a dream that scary night? I still believe it’s true. ‘Cuz when she flew I heard her shriek, ”Happy Halloween to you!”

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