-the Treat-
Mouse sat in the pumpkin patch
and shed a weary tear..
How she had hoped and prayed
for pumpkin pie this year..
Farmer John had left her none
the pumpkins were all gone..
Packed into big boxes
shipped to parts unknown..
Mother mouse headed home
her belly gave growl..
Suddenly she turned and ran
for she thought was cat's meow..
She ran into a jagged hole
it almost appeared an eye
Suddenly she saw the truth
and knew she'd have a pie..
Pockets filled she hurried home
to bake a pastry shell..
Feasting on pumpkin pie
before Hallowed darkness fell...
Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2010
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