
Six little kittens on the graveyard shift
On the factory floor in a corner quilt
Heard the clock chime midnight
Heard the place get real quiet
On Halloween.
One went to investigate
The others seemed to hesitate
Heard a “mew” from the factory floor
Where a skeleton hanging on a door
Danced on Halloween.
Two little kittens ventured forth
One to the south, the other north
Past dancing bones until a scream
From a vampire with a ghoulish gleam
Raised furs on Halloween.
Three little kittens waited a space
Then putting on their bravest face
Ran to the aid of their kin so true
When a gravelly voice shouted “Boo!”
A grinning goblin on Halloween.
Six little kittens no longer were
Kittens that scampered here and there
Now they flew in the dead of night
As bats that gave the workers fright
Purring as they slept on Halloween.

Sammi's 13 Days of Samhain vol ii: Day 1 – Graveyard Shift
Such a delightful poem. Could actually picture the little kitties doing this
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Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. ;>)
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Loved this, Dora! It’s wonderful!
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I had fun with it. Thank you, Sammi, for the prompts. Hoping for inspiration to strike for today’s.
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Lovely poem. Could see the kittens prowling around. And the picture is the cutest I’ve seen in a while
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Aren’t they cute? I’m a sucker for black cats. Thanks, R.
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