[The tenth installment of the month-long poetry sequence that began on October 1st.]
"Patchwork"
Jeb Llewellyn
Every night for the first third of October
The monster snuck inna my patch and smashed open a pumpkin;
Come morning I'd find the pieces of partially-gnawed rind.
So I rigged a motion sensor, hoping to spotlight the late-night
snacking--
Somehow he never set the dang thing off.
I brushed paint thinner on the most attractive-looking specimens--
He kept selecting an untainted gourd.
Rankled to no end, I set up traps all over my land--
And he never came back again.
But neither did my customers, fearing I might've forgotten
Where 'xactly I hid all those toothy steel jaws.
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