I’m not a poet, and I know it

Although I have tried, on multiple occasions, to get this Halloween poem completed, it is missing something. Until I can sort it out, and because Halloween is approaching, I’m sharing it here.

The pumpkin woke
and lost the dream
its face contorted
in a scream,
as the puppy munched
on pumpkin seeds.

The cat looked up
while licking cream
and flashed a smile
or so it seemed,
its pointed teeth
did surely gleam.

Pup’s black fur lit
by pumpkin’s light
it licked its chops
to pumpkin’s fright
on Halloween
at end of night.