The Vibrant Channeled Creator

BITE MARKS ON MY PUMPKIN

Was it green faced witch-y teeth?
Or brazen vampire breath?
Skeleton’s bony jaws’ gummed points?
Or ghouls’ last biting death?

Was it spider’s webby silk?
Or bats’ wings seared to coal?
Was it dagger’s dripping blood
That carved those bite marks whole?

Pumpkin knows who bit him quick
Pierced his orange shell;
Sitting there like orange moon
He’s likely NOT to tell!

Jeanne Poland
(inspired by Joy and Catherine)