Witch Panda’s October Brew

🐼In a glade where moonlight dances slow,  

Witch Panda stirs with a spectral glow.  

Her cauldron bubbles with leafy delight—  

Pumpkin spice, starlight, and whispers of night.  


She dons her hat, all crooked and wide,  

With glasses perched and paws with pride.  

A velvet cloak, stitched by bats in flight,  

Swishes through shadows of forest twilight.  


Black cats purr near the custard-clock tree,  

Its hands drip golden, sweet mystery.  

“Ten to witching!” the custard chimes,  

As Panda hums her potion rhymes.  


She brews for the fest with bamboo and charm,  

A spell for warmth, a spell for calm.  

Marshmallow ghosts and cinnamon fog,  

Float past a squirrel in a wizard’s clog.  


Lanterns carved from turnip and gourd,  

Hang from branches like spells restored.  

And every leaf that twirls through air  

Is kissed by Panda’s festive flair.  


So come October, heed the call—  

To Panda’s glade, where magic sprawls.  

Bring your broomstick, bring your cheer,  

The panda witching time is near!🐼

Panda stirs with flair, 
Moonlight glints on silver hair. 
Cats meow, bats dive low— 
Magic brews in twilight glow.

Preparation List

Got to prepare the potions. 
Polish the bats. Groom the cats.
Straighten the hats. 
Hang cobwebs with care. 
Dust off the lair. 
Stack pumkins 🎃 in eerie pairs. 
Tune the banshee choir for spectral airs. 

Light lanterns with ghostly glee. 
Whisper to the willow tree. 
Count the candy—one, two, three… 
Then summon the moon for the grand decree. 🌕✨


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