“What wond’rous thing, this shopping cart,”
Grismelda said, to Shadow cat.
The cat looked bored; he licked a paw.
A cart, wond’rous? He’d pick a rat.
“Eek!” Gris screeched. Shadow looked up.
“What are these monstrous gold things?”
“You mean the corn?” A worker asked.
He hated Hallowe’ens.
Curious now, she tried a taste
Of yellowed, husk-wrapped coblet.
“Ugh!” She spat. Her cat hissed back.
“These corns taste worse than carpet!”
“You’ll have to buy that now, you know,”
The worried worker noted.
Gris sneered, but dropped it in her cart,
“We’ll make it candied corn,” she voted.
A second (and last) entry for The 7th Annual Halloweensie Contest.
Tick, tock, said Grandma’s mantel clock, pointing to ten.
Sadie watched it, frowning. It would never be Halloween at this rate!
She sleepily scrambled to the sofa arm. Perching unsteadily, she stretched shadowed arms to retrieve the clock. A bowl of candies knocked loose and spilled to the floor.
She stopped, listening. Only the clock said, Tick.
Prising open the monstrous, creaking casing; she nudged both hands to point up: midnight.
Ching, it said, then, tock.
“Hello!” a cheerful voice greeted. She looked down. The spilled candy corns were moving. A tiny hand waved.
“Hello!” It repeated, “May we eat you?”
Crafted for The 7th Annual Halloweensie Contest.
A cat and her warty green witch
Took the sweeping tool to the roof’s pitch.
They teetered; meowed
To the cloudy moon-shroud.
Till the neighbor yelled, “Quiet down, Witch!”