The Black Cats Gone Bats
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Scatter-howl, the black cat’s gone bats.
Scalloped fur-spikes at peak heights.
Pumpkin candlelight holds extinguished fright.
The gourd-tomb tightly pinned.
Triple threat of fang’d mosquito bites.
Dare not men enter within Dracula's whim.
10/2/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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