Little Devils

I hear the sound of

Tiny footsteps

Drawing ever nearer

It seems as though

Their gait is laboured

Dragging? Limping?

My heart begins

To race

In time to their addled pace.

With quickened step I haste

A fear of being chased

I feel their eyeballs burning

My head is slowly turning

I see two creatures in my sight

I really do not

Need tonight

They are catching me, I know

My legs, they will not go

I feel a grasping

On my back

A surge of speed I surely lack

They have me

Now it,s time to die.

As I turn to meet them

There,s just silence

Then in a breathless whisper

“Trick or Treat mister”.