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October 31

The leaves mutter and whisper
as they skitter around our feet.
The night is colder, crisper
no hint of fog clouds the street.

Then, putting on a fierce face
A pumpkin dares to scare us!
Knowing he cannot give chase,
He must resolve to spare us.

No witches fly, no black cats yowl
cheery chatter fills my ears.
There are no ghosts, no spirits foul
only candy this time of year.


Written for"Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" 

Week 11

Prompt - pumpkin, cat, fog