Two Ghosts

 Two Ghosts: A Recitation.

A tall, white ghost, one Hallowe'en,
Went prowling through the town.
It chased a couple of small boys
Until they tumbled down.

It peeped within a window small,
Where an old spinster sat,
She screamed, and fainted dead away,
Beside her old black cat.

Moving with stealthy feet and slow,
It toward the graveyard sped-
The proper place for ghosts, of course,
Among the silent dead.

Another ghost came forth that night,
In another part of town.
Weeping and wailing it advanced,
Swift over vale and down.

Moaning and groaning in despair,
It frightened many a child.
Each, screaming, ran, while onward still
Did glide the spectre wild.

Toward the graveyard of the town
Its spectral face was set;
And, at the very entrance gate,
The other ghost it met!

It surely was the place for ghosts-
The very time and season;
Yet both ghosts screamed, and turned and ran!
What could have been the reason?