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colossal oaks
lurk along streets, parks, hollows.
Stripped of their yellow, brown, and red veneer,
they shiver ever so silently
in the October twilight.
They seethe among shadows,
their twisted trunks grinning.
The squirrels
usually scurrying and hoarding acorns
have sought the safety of the pines.
The sparrows too
have fled to the elms and maples.
Each Halloween
these colossal oaks -
silenced since early settlers
hacked and sawed
them into submission -
twitch in anticipation
their thick roots
reach out to trip
their skeletal branches
anxious to snatch
a solitary
trick or treater.
There is a tug
and he turns to see a slender branch
caught on the bottom of his bag.
It tugs again,
almost
eager