Pumkin, laughed its head off

I carved it far to early Bro
with gnashing teeth
and wrinkled brow
with evil smile for light relief

So each night at 5 o`clock
lit 2 Tea light candles
to enhance its mock
the glow behind its mandible

It radiates a chilling warmth
was it the mask of humours demeanor?
that chortled back and forth
was that a depicted, hyena?

Looking from a different angle
a jackass seem to now appear
its teethy rows, yellow and mangled
to hear it bray would make it clear

perhaps a shape shifting joker
a baboon with a grinning smile
was that a creation of Bram Stoker?
sucked, the mind Infantile

It morphed into a ginger cat
 seemed to bring a screeching chior
lead the ring, into the nights grey mat
to wake the world as they retired

The crescendo of the caterwaul
pumkin rocked to much and so did fall