Roaming around pumpkins,
The black cats sit,
Smiling,
As the pumpkins are carved,
Turned into jack o’lanterns.
Now the black cats roam,
Around art,
Creepily watching you,
Their eyes follow you,
The moon as bright as fire,
Whole and beautiful,
Shining down on the
Pumpkins,
Jack o’lanterns,
And the black cats,
That roam around them.
All making this Halloween,
Halloween.
