Pray why are you so bare, so bare,
Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;
And why, when I go through the shade you throw,
Runs a shudder over me?
My leaves were green as the best, I trow,
And sap ran free in my veins,
But I say in the moonlight dim and weird
A guiltless victim's pains.
For I feel his curse as a haunted bough,
On the trunk of a haunted tree.
— Paul Laurance Dunbar
Happy Halloween! Be safe out there, friends.