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gray cat mother ghoul
the wind blew in from the west, I felt it in my breast.
colder than the wind from the east, like a witch’s kiss.
Hallows Eve! A jack-o-lantern lisped, it sounded like a hiss.
She is on her way, whispered another, maybe Godmother.
Queen gray cat, a ghoul more dangerous than a black one
Mother of October sky who would annihilate the night’s fun.
She is coming! An oak tree warned, hiding the leaf he had left.
Gray Cat arrived on the back of a wildebeest named Cleft.
It was as if the night had gone black, the stars were gone.
Moon was hiding, right? Asked my cousin Shawn.
Let me finish, I urged her, it’s my turn to speak.
But she had to ruin my story by interrupting at its peak.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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