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Witches Brew.
Black eyes shining, dead of night,
Cauldron bubbling, flames burn bright,
Cat in the corner, shadow's friend,
He prays this night will never end.
A succulent aroma fills the room,
Figure in the dark with a long handled spoon,
Cat licks its lips and stalks close by,
Broomstick at hand, it's ready to fly.
Mumbled words whispered, hard to hear,
Shadows close in as heart pounds in fear.
One sprinkle of this and one pinch of that,
All such a fuss to make tea for a cat...
© KarenWood
Cauldron bubbling, flames burn bright,
Cat in the corner, shadow's friend,
He prays this night will never end.
A succulent aroma fills the room,
Figure in the dark with a long handled spoon,
Cat licks its lips and stalks close by,
Broomstick at hand, it's ready to fly.
Mumbled words whispered, hard to hear,
Shadows close in as heart pounds in fear.
One sprinkle of this and one pinch of that,
All such a fuss to make tea for a cat...
© KarenWood
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