A Rattling Rhyme

Ride of the Scarecrow Clan (To: Mittens) She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn, the most beautiful cat on the farm. (I must keep her from coming to harm!) The most beautiful kitty inspired this ditty with whiskers that whisper her charm, wild white whiskers that whisper her charm. But the angels grew jealous, much too overzealous, they schemed up a dastardly plan, that they stole from a bad bogeyman. They would use and abuse all their magic, so tragic, and conjure the Scarecrow Clan, for their devilish dastardly plan. The Clan owed them a favor for past misbehavior, behavior so foul and so cruel, they would ride when moon became full! When the moon elevated they rose animated to drown Mitten’s in the cesspool. As they hunted they started to drool. Hunting high, hunting low, riding ‘round to and fro, the Clan frantically searched helter-skelter, for young Mittens who found a safe shelter. As they howled and they growled all the air became fouled, but they couldn’t find Mittens’ safe shelter. “When we find her, in acid we’ll melt her!” Could these four scarecrows stoop to even new lows as they hunt by light of the moon? (Better hurry the dawn will come soon!) Long they hunted and haunted but she was undaunted, she laughed at the bumbling buffoons, while she purred out some kitty cat tunes. Curled with grace in a space near the warm fireplace, for the Scarecrow Clan fears the fire. (Just the thought of it makes them perspire.) So they searched and they lurched in the fields near the church, growing desperate, dejected, and dire, for the sunlight will make them expire. Without warning came morning, but there was no mourning, the angels’ black magic was shattered, and the Scarecrow Clan riders battered. Under natural law the Clan turned back to straw, and their straw o’er the cornfield was scattered. She'll be safe now and that’s all that mattered. 13-March-2020 (Friday the 13th). First Place in "A Rattling Rhyme" poetry contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter