The Witch's Cat
Slender and elusive, up sprang the black mass of fur!
and hugged the unknown kiss of the warm summer,
With his emerald eyes opening softly to the golden light,
Thomas exclaimed "it had been quite some night!
Trenchant and befogging, the ray of light then shook him off his dreams,
Biting the delicate pinkness of his paws the Witch's cat now began to ponder
'Oh! what is that I behold, lovelier than the starry trail of weeping chimneys!'
An image so pleasant and surreal, the soothing hue of pasture and balmy odor of lumber,
'But, the devious widow hath me swear never to inspect the reign of Ra'!
'Might I be doomed or dunked in to the cauldron of curse or force fed the potion of shame!'
Shuddered the feline and curled himself, envisioning her ghastly disposition.
His tail rose and the claws sprung, Thomas dived involuntarily to the flowery thicket calling his mistress ' what a lousy dame'!
The blissful aroma of inviting buds made him sway merrily, shedding all nocturnal inhibitions,
Colored bright and nice, the birds and beetles hummed all joyful recitations!
Elated and immersed at beauty of the day, the crafty cat strutted around.