A Witch's Cat

A cat who is black as night,
the kind most fear to pat,
with flaming yellow eyes of fire,
is usually just. . . .a witch's cat

A faithful companion, familiar, and
friend, it assists in brewing her potion
Bringing her bat wings and hog warts
that she needs, no cause for commotion

A flickering spark of Magick,
embedded within every single hair
It rides with her upon a broom
Flying high into the, brisk, air

If you see one in the woods,
Mouth full of birds and lizards
She probably sent it out again,
to collect their hearts and gizzards

It sits closely by her side,
Watching her stir the cauldron
Filled with mole toes and frog tounges,
But for goodness sake, not small children!

She does not keep that crow's feather, or
lapwing's brain, to cast some spell on you
She holds it dearly for her own protection,
Oh and, power to see things from a bird's eye view

She only used that eye of newt,
and that poor old billy goat's teeth,
Along with wolf hair and dragon blood,
To make her front door's wreath!

So there's no reason to be afraid
of passing that kitty's track
Fret not with blessing yourself,
or throwing salt behind your back

Should one cross over your path,
Don't bother turning around that truck
Contradictory to past beliefs,
This dark feline is really good luck!

If ill omens plague you suddenly,
or your Fate takes a turn for the worse
Please understand, it just happens
and don't blame them for a curse

It is merely your fellow witch's cat,
roaming around your neighborhood,
Who will not bring you any harm,
believe it or not, even if it should.


(Written By: Rain Y Daze
Copywrited January 2005)

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