a strike of lightening
a howling wind,
a fallen branch
that has you pinned.
you struggle in vain
and accept your fate
on a blanket of leaves
where you lie in wait.
a shadow
a flutter
a satin cape,
the piercing teeth
upon your nape.
as costumed revelers fill the street,
you ponder
was this the trick
or treat.

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