I keep them in a jar
They glow and swirl about
Bouncing off the lid
Glaring through the glass
Living in a box
Eleven months out of the year
Isn't good for their morale
But I keep them there out of fear
I slice open the box gingerly
Lifting out a bubble wrapped package
I snip and I tug
Until the jar is exposed
The three little spirits
Are pressed against the glass
First looking expectant
Then sad
Then swirling in rage
For they know
What month it is
I set the jar on the windowsill
In the front room
For all to see
It's the centerpiece
Of my Halloween display
It's the pride of the neighborhood
If I do so say
The children are curious about it
The parents are amused
Dogs run in fear of it
While I look on bemused
My three little ghosts in a jar
I have no idea who they were
But for one month a year
They are on display
In all their ghostly glory
Then to be wrapped up again
Tucked into their box
And sealed from sight
Until this time again
Next year
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