On a chilly October, when the moon glowed bright,
Something strange happened late at night.
The pumpkins grinned with toothy delight,
And crept from porches, out of sight!
They rolled down streets with a bumpy spin,
Knocking on doors with a wicked grin.
“Trick or treat?” they’d softly say,
But no one knew they’d come to play!
Skeletons danced in the park with glee,
While witches zoomed past every tree.
Ghosts played tag through the midnight air,
And bats flapped wings without a care.
The candy buckets began to float,
Carried by a pirate’s ghostly boat!
The pumpkins cheered, their eyes aglow,
As chocolate rained down like falling snow.
But when the first rooster gave its crow,
The pumpkins yawned, moving slow.
Back to porches they rolled in line,
Leaving just a hint of their spooky shine.
So if you hear a whisper near,
Or see a pumpkin shed a tear,
Remember on Halloween night,
Magic wakes when the moon is bright! 🎃🌕👻
Mindful Musings 