I see them all
from my silent dwelling
flesh and bone spirits begging.
Just ahead two pirates pillage,
orange bags in hand
in search of sugared contraband.
There goes a princess
and a giant bee.
One glimpse at me—they flee.
A dimpled witch fakes flight.
She cackles loud enough
to crack the night.
They’re all in groups
these costumed seekers.
Yet I have no fellow creatures
to share this evening
so special to me,
as no other can ever be,
This night when bogus demons
cavort with glee.
Here none of them are real
Except for me.
*Kay B. Day/2020