by NellePearle

Created on: September 30, 2009

Which will you choose?

Those little hands wander,

Aimlessly

Picking up the stencils

And putting them away.

You hid the carving knife

Under the newspaper.

You sigh, shrug and walk away.

You stop in front of the barn,

Reach into the pile and pick up one little pumpkin,

Turn it,

Inspect it.

You walk back slowly,

Sheepishly

And Announce,

"This one has a smile already.

Do we have to kill it?"

We used the carving knife

To dig a small hole for the flashlight,

That provided the glow

For that little smile.

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