Where Witches Go to Rest

(or, Goodbye Haunted Mini-Golf)

They have flown around for the past weeks,
Cackling in the dark and crying shrieks.
But now November has come at last,
And they must go with their spooky cast.

Take with them ghosts, zombies, and vampires
As their favored haunted month expires.
They had their fun lurking all about,
But now it is the time to get out.

Out of the trees and the dark corners,
No bloody signs to serve as warners.
Take the skeletons locked in the stocks
And fold them up and back in their box.