The Witches Cat
Of course she's black with eyes of green
disposition keen and cleverly mean
If she cross your path bad luck for sure
a witches curse haunting will occur
She rides the broom stick with glee
she is the witches flying company
The night moon full and cat on prowl
bewitch the souls with her meow
She lurks about and spies
the roaming cat the witches eyes
She sees whatever her cat does see
Witches ways mortals fear and believe
The witches cat hunts for souls elapse
wandering earth before their time lapse
Zombie beings to serve her Master Witch
black cat green devil eyes bewitch and fetch
The witches cat laps her bowl of cream
she stretches and curls by the fire gleam
A night well done as she purrs to sleep
the old witch smiles for her cat she keeps.
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