Casmarose

                                                                               Chapter 1:                                                                                Discovery Halloween was only a few days away, when in an impulsive burst of holiday spirit, I found myself pulling into the pumpkin farm that I passed on my daily commute. I wandered for a few minutes without any sense of purpose, basking in the knowledge that another workweek was behind me.  It was late afternoon and the grey sky was darkening, sending brisk winds that kept my bare hands clenched in my pockets. Stretching before me were thousands and thousands of pumpkins

Burrowed in the haystacks Hiding in the walls Underneath the floorboards But rarely seen at all Footprints in the pantry Squeaking in the barn Droppings in the cupboard And they’re already gone. How will I find them? And where did they go? Why is it where there’s one, More will always show? I’ve never been a killer Of God’s creatures, great or small, But of all the pests I’ve ever had The rat would top them all! ... Once there was a little rat. It ate the butter It ate all the cheese It ate all the bread It kept all the fleas It gnawed through the wires, With frightening ease So with poison and cunning and a f