The Inkwell

#WDYS #Octpowrimo

Planting pumpkins for All Hallows Eve

by the site of an old graveyard

seemed a little offputting to some

the regular gardener

told his boss – he wouldn’t do the nightshift

but he knew someone who would

so just before he left for home

he greeted his old uncle fred

who floated around the cropsite and

saw they were well fed

and just before sunrise he’d silently creep

back to his resting place – to lay down and sleep