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Come take a ride on my broomstick
Meet my precious cat, Mr. Quiver
We’ll turn your head, round and round
Upside down, make your whole body shiver
Throw in some jack-o-lanterns
Light the candles, watch them flame
The goblins? In the graveyard?
They’re writing numbers, taking names
I will tell my tale this Halloween
About the time I caught your eye
And how you fell for my greatest plan
I’m so sorry that you had to die
Your time has come to a dreadful end
On the gravestone, etched in black
Your name and, yes, the date you left
Sad to say, there’s no turning back
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24 Friday Apr 2020
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, Friday Fantasy, Poetry
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#NaPoWriMo, #NationalPoetryMonth, #poetry, cat, Day 24, dorindaduclos.com, familiar, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, Night Owl Poetry, poems, witch, writing
My Familiar sits, so patiently
Atop the balcony, she waits
For she is a wise companion
Yes, her senses are innate
Black and white, against the night
Eyes glowing, emerald green
She knows my every secret
Her intelligence, quite keen
I don’t have to tell her my story
There’s no need, she is my friend
And already knows the outcome
Just as I do, in the end
Trustworthy, faithful, together
We grow old, in the same skin
Nine lives are not just for kitty
When a witch’s tale, we spin
With the light of the moon above us
Illuminating the purple sky
My Familiar and I, in harmony
As we watch the stars go by
And wait for the morning sun to shine
Then, she knows, this is the time
When she’ll disappear, once again
Becoming one with me, sublime
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04 Monday Mar 2019
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
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It’s one of those days
When life throws a curve
And you’re simply too tired
To even try to swerve
Laundries piling up
Dishes need cleaning
All you can think of is
What is the meaning?
Of doing the same thing
Day after day
You decide that it’s crazy
No, it’s not okay
How can this happen
It never seems to end
So you pick up the phone
And you call up a friend
You tell them to come over
To have a coffee or two
Perhaps bring the cookies
That’s what you’d do
Then sit around the table
And hope for the best
When suddenly, kids
And everything’s a mess
They’re running around
Chasing and screaming
All you are hoping is that
You’ve really been dreaming
You tell your friend
You feel like Mother Hubbard
Then it happens, and, splash
The cat falls off the cupboard
Horrified, and soaking wet
She rushes out the door
It’s when you finally realize
You can’t take this anymore
You pack up your suitcase
Wave to hubby, “see ya later!”
He looks like you spoke French
And he needs a translator
Hop in the car, turn on some tunes
And drive around, for a mile
Let out a sigh, head back home
At least you got out for awhile
March Writing Prompts – Sorry, my cat fell off the cupboard – Day 4/31
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