Why it’s no fun to be a zombie.

In honor of Halloween, here's a short poem by yours truly. (I have to get back into the habit, this is an oldie. Be gentle.)

Your knees knock together and you shuffle your feet
As you prowl in search of a tasty treat

Branches like fingers, claw and grab
Like some freakish experiment from a madman’s lab

Shrieks and moans fill the air
Venture closer if you dare

It’s Halloween and the moon is bright
What strange things lurk in its eerie light?

Happy Halloween my little monsters! Don’t forget, this is for one night only. Read why that’s important in this great little article “Why Zombies Don’t Smile,” by Greg Kuhn. There’s a good reason we don’t want to be like zombies every day of the year.