The old cabin had grown quite shabby
Since it had been left to the witch's old tabby
With the familiar finally freed
He just didn't feel any domestic need
Fortunately with the witch's unsuspected death,
there were no dings nor dongs
For surely there would have been throngs of faeries gathered round with feasts of berries
But these just wouldn't suit this kitty
He was much more carnivorous than chivalrous
As to why he would rather slay than lay in the window sill all day
At least there weren't any mice at play
So he wouldn't be considered a good for nothing feline
But as for all the dust littering the chairs and floor
To the broom closet he would still make a beeline
When he heard a knock at the door
For the paranoia due to the lack of bells at the witch's funeral
Comments (1)
Oh, no. A witch funeral💝 More witches, please! Great work! I enjoyed 🩷❤️💛💚🩶💜💙🩵🤍🤎❤️🩹