Pixie’s Halloween Party

 A L O H A
From
Honolulu

A pensive little dog 

in her party dress.

All dressed up, 

with second thoughts.

She knew she looked lovely. 

It was just the mingling.

Perhaps she could 

greet the hostess and 

slip under a chair.

She paused at the door to 

collect herself. 

And sniff.

Her dress said party. 

Her eyes said home.

Maybe the will be cheese!

A little shy. 

A little overdressed. 

Very interested in 

refreshments.

I fact she was

obsessed!

Pixie

I’m not judging. 
This is just my 
resting dragon face.

I came for the view. 
I stayed for 
the nonsense.

Don’t look up. 
It only encourages me.
A little perspective—and 
suddenly everyone’s 
a snack!

Guest Dragon

Little dog in goggles,

taking in the day—

so many people,

so many smells.

Such fun to see them

all on their way!

Pixie brought her 
stuffed pals near—
“Come, my dears, 
the party’s here!”

Bear wore wings, 
a ghost wore lace—
oh, that’s Bunny! 
There’s her face!

Dog came dressed up 
as a bat.
Pixie wore 
a witch’s hat.

They danced beneath 
a pumpkin light,
a tumble of soft 
Halloween delight.

She tucked them close, 
a sleepy crew.
The party ended.
Purring grew.

Pirate Pom with fluffy paws,
A tiny terror, mighty jaws.
Don’t let that powder-puff disguise
Distract you from his 
“hand it over” eyes!