Twelve Days of Christmas Day Three

we look up and see
dancing round with Jupiter
the moon almost full

November 2, 1979 – Happy Birthday !!

Wake up, wake up dear!
Buy me some golden earrings,
For the time is near!

Yellow chunks of squash
sprawled across my neighbor’s drive.
The Snickers are gone.

The leering pumpkin
stands guard at the neighbor’s door.
Children are monsters.

The squash sits ready
to glower into the night.
Is he afraid, too?

Slimy pumpkin seeds
slither from my sharpest spoon
while I scrape, scrape, scrape…

(This is an improvement over a previous post…If you are into alliteration!)

Now hollow, the gourd
waits passively for the knife
To dictate his mood.