three bags of candy

you wake up
and stare at three
bags
of candy
on the table.
where are the children?
what happened?
where were
the goblins,
the witches,
the skeletons
and ballerinas?
what happened
to satan's
minions,
the little red
cloaked
demons
and devils
with their pitch
forks
and tails
dragging along
the sidewalk.
the dogs and
cats, with fur
coats and whiskers.
the cowboys,
the Indians,
the vampire
bats.
these kids got nothing
these days.
and now they don't
have my candy.