The pumpkins, peeled, pureed and pickled,
are bunched in boxes with brilliant blue bandanas,
and covered in crispy candy corn.
They are then caught by the cats in colossal coffee cans.
that the Postal pumpkin promptly purveyed,
while bundled in a blue banded bandana.
Copiously connected by candy corn
to cards, carried by cute cuddly kittens.
Each pumpkin is carefully comported
by joyfully jumping jugglers !
Carol Mackey

Bandana the cat
Dozed in the sun
A ginger tabby
lazing in the pumpkin patch
candy corn yellow eyes
hooded, the sphinx
basking in the warm praise of Ra.
2021

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Wearing my red bandana, I took my dog Candy Corn to the pumpkin patch, thinking there would be no harm in him following me while I selected the perfect pumpkin. Finding one I liked, as I stooped to pick it up, a cat leaped out from behind a bush, yowling. Barking, Candy chased him up a tree. Amused, I photographed the scene before determining the best way to rescue the cat.

Mr. Kit Kat was gray and white.
He never did anything out of spite.
Calo canned food was his preference.
He’d knock the can from the cupboard to the floor with deference.

Mr. K was a good mouser for sure.
He’d proudly sit in the kitchen with it dead on the floor.
My mother would shriek with fright,
So I’d take it by the tail to get it out of sight.

My cat ran off with my bandana
To that pumpkin. Whoa. That’s Giagana.

He grins,,turns and swishes his tail.
Then tries to hide behind the bail

Gotcha! “No I got you.” He does Say.”
“I’m the King. Now, Carry me Away.”

Not til I get my Candy Corn!
“Humans and Sugar.. Oh, Me-Orn.”

Hush, Your Highness. Or I’ll put You Down.
“Ha. You Won’t or Hairball, will be found