A Skeleton In The Pumpkin Patch

In a pumpkin patch on Halloween night,
A skeleton danced, a quirky sight.
With rattling ribs and glowing bones,
He played in shadows, stole whispered tones.

Amid orange orbs, his laughter soared,
Under moonlight, joy was poured.
Tall stalks swayed in a cheerful breeze,
He spun through pumpkins with eerie ease.

No fright remained, just surprise in store,
For a skeleton’s heart is kindness galore.
In that laughter-filled harvest, beneath autumn’s spell,
He reminded us we’re all quite well.