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I'm so proud that my #Halloween poem, Halloween Date From Hell is going to published as a picture book by #VentorrosPress in 2022. It will be illustrated by the brilliant #ChrisWhite.
However, after a request from #BrianMoses for new Halloween poems for his latest brilliant blog, I decided it was time to come up with a fresh, new poem for #Halloween2021
#Dracupuss has lived long in my head as a character but I could never found a place for her. But at last I found a poem for Dracupuss (a.k.a Miss Fluffykins) to live in forever.
I hope you enjoy this spooky poem about an unlikely Halloween friendship between cat and mouse.
Dracupuss and Frankenmouse | |
All year, she is Miss Fluffykins - a cat about the house a year, he is their Munchkin Nose - a timid, squeaking mouse
But once a year on Halloween as lightning strikes and storms Miss Fluffykins and Munchkin Nose beneath the moon, transform
For one night she is Dracupuss and he is Frankenmouse On tip-toe, razor claws they creep and sneak beyond the house
The fangs of Dracupuss, like scythes shine sharp beneath the stars The face and fur of Frankenmouse all cut and slashed with scars
As zombie boys and ghoulish girls with armless, harmless gore demand their cookies, candies, sweets at each and open door …
Unseen, the duo scurry in between the children’s feet for cat and mouse must slink inside so they can Trick or Treat | They Trick or Treat the guinea pigs The hamsters, budgies, dogs They Trick or Treat the fish in bowls The geckos, snakes and frogs
The pets afraid, they always Treat Give everything they’ve got And Dracupuss and Frankenmouse They bag the blooming lot
November first, as dawn yawns wide and nightmares all subside Miss Fluffykins and Munchkin Nose awake, confused, red-eyed
They wonder why surrounding them are crickets, piles of seeds two mini-castle ruins three diamante leads …
a swinging perch with bells attached a giant bone, half-gnawed a hamster wheel ‘round Fluffy’s neck dried worms on every claw
“Oh dear, my dear friend Munchkin Nose, How’d this all end up here?” “I just don’t know Miss Fluffykins It happens every year!”
Mark Bird |
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