My cat's calling,
My cat's ill,
My cat sits on the windowsill.
My cat's yowling,
I'm in bed,
The window is right by my head.
"Go away, I
Want to sleep.
What for do you cry and weep?"
My cat's bashing,
On the frame,
Now it's calling me by name.
"Danger! Danger!"
Come it's calls.
"Something in the bedroom crawls!"
And indeed,
Upon the sheet,
I can feel some creeping feet.
"Closer! Closer!
Hear it's breath!
If it gets you, it brings death!"
In the dark,
The blanket squirms,
Now it's shimmying like worms.
"Window! Window!
Open wide!
I know a good place to hide."
It's too late, though.
I feel claws,
Sticking out from fuzzy paws.
Hissing from
within my bed,
My real friend glares past my head.
How could I
forget so quick
That cats don't know how to speak?
YOU ARE READING
Never told Nursery Rhymes
PoetryAre these the sort of things you like, my dear? the stories and the rhymes that make you shake? are you the sort who seeks darkness and fear? I surely hope you are, for your own sake. In here you'll meet the fear who has a face, in here you'll feel...
