PUMPKIN INTO A CAT FOR A NIGHT

In the moonlit night, a pumpkin did lay,  
Carved into a cat in a mischievous way.  
With eyes that gleamed in the eerie glow,  
It meowed softly to the creatures below.  
 
The pumpkin cat felt quite perplexed,  
"Why am I a feline?" it quietly vexed.  
But as the night wore on, it started to see,  
The fun and fright of what it could be.  
 
It pranced and danced, causing a scare,  
For a pumpkin cat was quite a rare flair.  
With each pounce and playful swipe,  
The pumpkin cat filled the night with hype.  
 
But as the night faded, the cat began to list,  
The perks of being a pumpkin, not a feline twist.  
So with a nod and a satisfied purr,  
The pumpkin cat bid farewell to its cat-like lure.  
 
Back in the patch, it settled in peace,  
Happy to return to its pumpkinous lease.  
And though the night was spooky and funny,  
The pumpkin cat was glad to be a gourd of plenty.