A Howling Week of Halloween Treats (the Full Schedule)

Beneath the Moon,
the dogs stay awake.
The lawns — leaf strewn
and frosty blown — quake.

The shadows make
these sidewalks a maze.
That face is fake,
a pumpkin ablaze.

But still we gaze
through doorways that creak.
For seven days,
we search as we sneak.

What do we seek
along these dark streets?