HALLOWEEN....Day Eleven

Today’s word is SKELETONS.   I thought about what I should do.  I remember years ago, not sure how many, I saw this old cartoon on social media.  It was from around the 1940’s I’d say; it was a music one done in black and white.  The name I think, without Googling, was something like skeleton dance or dance of the skeletons.  It was quite good and I enjoyed watching it.  As I tried in my mind to remember it, I wrote about being outside an old graveyard on a full moon night watching skeletons dance and spirits come out from below the ground. I decided to view this a yearly production once a year where the narrator stands to view the show. This was a fun piece to put together for the month and I think make a cute Halloween greeting card with a graveyard as cover picture and skeletons here and there on the card.  

It’s been fun coming up with something each day from the word or words given.  It can be hard at times especially when told that the verse or flash fiction has to be done by certain period of time.  

Today is Sunday and that means I’ll be doing some reading this afternoon.  I have quite a few books I can read centering around witches or spirits.  As it’s October perfect time to read one which means I’ll forgo my current Sunday author. 

I hope everyone has a great day.  

Until tomorrow....as always Stay Safe. 

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               YEARLY PRODUCTION 

                © Scottie-ann Murphy

The skeletons dance to a lively jig

In the graveyard on a warm autumn night

Bats fly out from the old church belfry

And a howling dog hides out of our sight

Blacks cats snarling and growling

As they walk between the graves

We stand outside the rusted cemetery 

       fence

Watching the show as we act so brave

Behind a mausoleum we can hear the 

        sounds

Of a haunting melody beginning to play

Watch the spirits rise from below the 

        earth

Where they spend their time all day

Dancing skeletons performing before us

Their creaky bones moving hither and yon

They kick up their boney feet and heels

To a strange old nostalgic song

From the leafless oak an owl hoots

With the music as he sings along

The cemetery comes alive one day each 

         year

From early dusk until the dawn

We stand outside the graveyard

Intently watching the spook-tacular show

We hear the hissing of cats sitting on the 

       gravestones 

And the cawing from the flock of crows

All night the skeletons keep on dancing 

Light from the full moon shining on down

We are entertained every October  

 From the Ghoulish production at the old      

        cemetery in town