Hey Little Kitty-Kats

In this classic case,
Of being in the wrong place,
At the wrong time,
They picked up their pace,
When the Strange One,
Opened up his jowls,
And let out a heinous howl.

Being so much smaller though,
The cats were too slow,
And the stray wolf,
In need of a pack,
Turned them,
And now there’s no turning back.

Basic house cats,
They were out on a stroll,
For some Halloween laughs,
And sad to say,
That was the last time,
They’d have a normal-cat day.

It was a fun time,
People watching,
And clawing jack-o’-lanterns,
Until they were unrecognizable,
Until a dog walked by,
Who was quite sizable.

Weird vibes emanated from him,
But they paid no mind,
Until it was too late,
Now running was out of the question,
They were out of time.

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That was last year,
And now it’s been a whole ‘nother year,
Halloween,
Has come ’round again,
It’s been accepted all around,
Although it still feels foreign.

Now they’re wolves,
The Strange One,
Couldn’t find a pack,
His magical abilities,
Made others of his kind stay away,
As though he were overrun with fleas.

Due to lack of fans,
The Strange One took matters,
Into his own hands,
He made his own pack,
Out of house cats.

There’s no way out,
For him now,
Though he’s happy to have a pack,
There’s one thing that,
He cannot stand,
And this is when they meow.

All the other wolves,
Howl and bark,
Sometimes in the daylight,
But mostly when it’s dark,
His mostly talk,
When the sun is up,
And each time they meow,
He wishes they’d just shut up.

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Strangely enough,
The pack is content,
You’d think they’d be upset,
But they’ve got a silver lining,
Because to them,
Their master is in debt,
They’re spoiled rotten,
And they’ll never let what he did to them,
Be forgotten.

Total Lunar Light

When the Sun, Moon, and Earth align,

The result is divine,

And we are blessed with light at night,

When the darkened world normally looks to be,

An unidentifiable obsidian sea,

It turns for a little while,

The night-time version of bright.

 

Though it’s said to coincide,

With some terrifying things,

There’s always a flip side,

And I love the light it brings.

 

It’s amazing to walk along a road,

Everything illuminated by Mr. Moon,

Making it possible,

To navigate at night,

Without being overcome,

By feelings of fright.

 

It’s said to be unlucky,

If it’s out on Sunday,

But how can this be so,

When my night was merry,

And it lit my way,

With its glow?

 

And then on Moon-day,

Known to all as Monday,

When if it’s out,

Great things should betide me,

Nothing noteworthy occurred,

Looks to me,

Some ‘facts’ might be absurd.

 

Its light so bright,

Puts my mind at ease,

So much so,

That I cannot even hear,

The wild noises,

That almost always carry,

On the night-time breeze.

 

My new favorite creature of the night,

He is not Were,

And can be found,

From anywhere,

He is called Full Moon,

And him coming back through town,

Could never happen too soon.