Pumpkin

We met one evening

You were on a wall

And smiled at me

Your toothy grin

Orange teeth

Sharpened for snacking

The flame lacking

From your triangle eyes.

Wait till dark

And someone will light you

A spark to your candle

A soft light

Orange shaded

But beware

The wind may blow

And your spark will go

Out….

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