Those Ghoul Places

When ghouls are done with spooky fun for which they have a knack,
they drift and glide to where they hide till Halloween comes back.
Up in the air they are aware that fright-night slakes their thirst,
but now they yearn for a return on this November first.

Some nifty ghouls find swimming pools because these ghouls are sharp,
so off they go to slip below the coarse and treated tarp.
If they espy the pool is dry and open to the rain,
they tuck their pride and waft inside the entrance to the drain.

Other ghouls like to find a bike or any wheel with air,
and for the year they disappear in tires for their lair.
On road or drive they will arrive to vanish with a snap,
with pressure right these ghouls delight within the air valve cap.

Now ghouls with spunk like lots of junk and so they find a yard,
then at a wreck they will inspect for wreck‘s a ghoul‘s regard.
Twisted metal sees them settle into their long repose,
and when the moon is full in June they're staid to lunar glows.

Yet it is true some ghouls imbue they very things we make,
like chimney stacks or window tracks or landings by the lake.
And there are some who like the hum that power plants emit,
so they conceal in turbine wheel and live as they see fit.

Since ghouls aren’t bound by blatant sound or even extreme heat,
some find it swift to get a lift by way of airline fleet.
With precision a jet engine provides them sojourn’s aim,
and they are hurled around the world as they bask in jet flame.

There is a place some ghouls embrace--a hideaway they choose;
just like a phone it is well-known and found on avenues.
In morning dew when dark is through the fire hydrant gleams,
and ghouls inclined will often find a passage through the seams.

Ghouls in masses skim the grasses over the field and hill,
then are dwellers in fruit cellars quite satisfied and still.
Many a ghoul hides in a school with A B C accord,
for they will wait behind the slate of any class blackboard.

Ghouls give thanks for water tanks that tower in the sky,
and dank alcoves or old wood stoves in secondhand supply.
Whenever they can find a way they’ll search the subtle shroud,
for they can swarm in spirit form and distill like a cloud.

When ghouls are through and every boo has faded from the night,
they seek a berth upon the Earth that keeps them out of sight.
For there they’ll stay until the day that Halloween’s at hand,
and then once more they’ll be the lore of haunting in the land.



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Writer’s Cramp; October 31, 2011