A flame-colored pumpkin sits a'top our step, with a face carved in his head.
Walking home from school, a stranger I'd never met or seen had gifted him to me.
We cut him up and baked his seeds and set him out for all neighbors to see.
His smile is pleasant, but something tells me he will need to be fed.
What a strange notion, what a strange thought.
What could a pumpkin need to eat that could be bought!
The neighborhood cats have gone missing, there are signs on every pole.
Mother & Father wouldn't guess, how could they ever know!
But I think that our charming pumpkin could use a good throw.
He doesn't rot, he doesn't stink & I wonder if he has a soul?
He seems to move on his own by night.
It's up to me.
There will be a fight.
|Art by Drinkdecaf|