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NOVEMBER ~ "NOVEM" from the Latin word "Nine"

Leaves.  Burnt umber, deep gold, red.  

The last falling down, some still clinging to their branches.

Into yard piles only to be wildly tossed 'round the yard again 

by young ones jumping in, and rambunctious dogs at play.

Pumpkins, and straw men on porches.

Cinnamon and nutmeg, pine cones and mulled wine fill the air. 

The air cools, breezes shift, night comes early.

Jackets now heavier, hats, mittens and scarves wait their turn by the door.

Blankets are thrown over sofas and chairs, ready to cover chilly toes.

~ November begins ~

 

A HALLOWEEN HAUNTING 2026

A HALLOWEEN HAUNTING

This should be our 19th year* to publish our traditional A Halloween Haunting poem. 
It first appeared on Zoolatry in 2007.

It has been presented through the different pets who have shared our

lives over time - Maggy, Zoey and Dougie Dog.

What has not changed is our wish for all, humans big and small,

along with pets, to share a fun holiday.  To those who are home, handing out treats,

secure your pets safely, peek out before opening doors.

To those who venture out, with little ones and pets, keep a watchful eye, 

return home safe and sound.

Boo.  Meowz.  Woofs.  

And Happy Halloween from Zoolatry.

____________

Do not read further, for this is now an opinion, a political opinion.

This is actually the 18th edition of A Halloween Haunting.

On October 31, 2024 we chose to break our own tradition and did not publish this poem.

We were then just 4 days away from a presidential election in the USA, and wrote, in June's voice, 

"I can be catty about this ... I think orange is just fine for

the pumpkin at my door, but never for the leader of my country."  

Yet, it came to be.  And here we are today.  It is absolutely our opinion that this country made 

the wrong choice and we have paid the price.  

Our leaders, all, need to be women and men of good character, morals, decency 

and absent these the rest does not matter.  The choice was clear in 2024.

It is clear again as we will hold elections next week on November 3, 2026.

We can choose better this time.  It may only be a small step forward toward

righting many wrongs, but it is one step in the right direction.

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THE CLOSET

Mine Mommy was beginning to pack away Boolatry things,

I saw our Christmas box come down from the high-up shelf.  I peeked as she carefully folded

each of my costumes, wrapped them in tissue and gently put them in the box ... for next year.

I couldn't even really remember if I had worn any of them this month ...

I watched as each one ...

There was Jesse June, but where was my pal Woody?

And baby Yoda.  Whose name turned out to be Grogu [you can read more about that down at the end].

Oh, it was fun to be a Scarey-Crow, but I do love bird watching, not scaring them.

And really, I am not a Little Devil.  Well, not often.

Raggedy Ann.  This costume borrowed from Zoey, who came before, thank you.

The painter, Bob Ross.  I can't paint, it gets all over my tummy furs!

Toad.  Remember, don't nibble the mushrooms.

Despicable Me.  I am not, not, not at all.  Right?

And always, The Great Pumpkin.

Best Costume Ever: Me: The Polka Dot Kitty Girl June

Here, from October 2021, the story of how Baby Yoda got his name

I was just a baby myself then, so I could fit in his 'egg'.

 

TREAT ... or TRICK?

. . . it's a trick . . .

don't open the door

THANKFUL THURSDAY

 

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