DM Babbit Poet Rhyme

Cat's Meow

It was a story old and discrete, the screech worthy of repeat
 disconnected from everyday communal speak.
It was always in the night children closed their doors in fright
 fearing creatures might awake, and slip in their minds to take.

So one night, when the quiet of the day
 easily had slipped away, and each child knelt to pray
the wind rose up with rain tapping loud against the window
 and beneath pulled up covers, children tightened every sinew,
fearful of the sounds that spoke in claps of thunder
 of the creatures fetching to steal away their plunder.

A sound, a step, a creak, a crack,  flash of images in the lightning
 and thereupon the bed jumped up, scary and most frightening
the cat with glowing eyes of gray and green
 meowing loudly fishy breath between the children's screams.





for Goosebumps
Nina Parmenter 12/19/18

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