Oh No! Help!!

Oh No, Help!!

There is something about this particular night.
The chill of the October air,
Up and down the streets children roam,
dressed up in strange costumes brandishing flashlights,
the words "trick-or-treat" can be heard from all directions.
Outside my bowl is pandemonium,
but inside, I sit and wait.
Every once in awhile I get shuffled around in my bowl.
I am beginning to feel apprehensive.
What happens if I get picked up?
Do I really want to be picked up?
I mean I have it good in this bowl,
I know my place and am secure here.
Then excitement overcomes me and I wonder
what life holds for me outside my bowl.
What am I missing out on?
Once again I hear "trick-or-treat.
But this time I am picked up.
Anxiety overcomes me.
What is going to happen to me?
Then something very strange happens.
My wrapper which has always clothed me in security is removed.
slowly I am lifted closer to a mouth with huge, chomping teeth.
I now know my fate.
I am about to be eaten.
OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!