The Halloween Cat

The Halloween Cat I am small, I am deadly and fleet as the breeze none hear me approaching and not a soul sees. With my claws razor sharp and my bright toothsome grin I will catch you, my lovelies and gobble you in. Oh the bats are so ugly for such is their fate, and yet seem so lovely when served on a plate; they glide ever faster they flap round my ears. I will catch you, my lovelies, it all ends in tears. My mistress is blessed with a loud, fearsome laugh, hair like a bird’s nest and neck like a giraffe’s; With wrist-dragging walk and a terrible stare - I love you, my mistress For I know you care I am small, so I fit on the end of her broom; we go out when the night is as cold as the tomb, and her terrible laugh scares the fairies away; We see you, my pretties, we’ll catch you one day.