HALLOWEEN OF THE CATS

This is my Friday Fright tale for this week on DarkMediaCity. It is a sweet poem of gentle black kitties frolicking around on Halloween night. NOT!


Halloween Of The Cats



The cats upon the streets did trod
As weary kids did start to nod.
Halloween for them was ending,
Now the cats, their thoughts were tending.

One by one the children parted
Into houses long departed.
For their booty needed eating,
All their minds to them entreating.

But the parents needed solace
‘Ere the morsels entered chalice.
And piece by piece ‘twas treasure checked
For anything of harm bedecked.

This night would not be rendered calm
‘cause cats on mind did have no balm.
Those who cursed their very being
Very soon would not be seeing.

As a team the black-furred wonders
Donned their costumes, seeking plunders.
But not much did they have to hide
When people not from horror shied.

For was this not the night of thrills
When children came to give them chills?
And costumes of all kinds were seen,
With many looking to be mean.

A horde of cats upon their doors
Would not extract some sweat from pores.
But when the cats did scratch and claw,
The doors were opened to new law.

Their throats were slashed and skin torn ‘part
As cats did make the people dart.
Yet now ‘twas late for all the folk
Who tried for years on cats a yoke.

No freedom then for these poor cats,
And now the felines donned new hats,
Intent on giving back to them
Much grief and horror and mayhem.

Cascading blood fell to the floor
In rivers running to the door.
The children all were too intent
To know the harm on parents sent.

And as they all were tasting sweets
Black cats were relishing their feats.
The human folk who were unkind
Now all would be in a great bind.

The wisdom deep within the cats
Knew all too well who wore the hats
Of evil-mongers set among
The others who these sins had flung.

Yet when the trick or treating stopped,
There were not many left unfrocked.
For almost all along the streets
Hid guilty deeds between their sheets.

So wails and moans rang through the night
As children wept for parents’ plight.
But even though they were alone,
Their lives were spared to set a tone.

This night the kids had all been spared,
But horrors deep within were shared.
And hopefully when they were grown
Their souls ‘naught switch to evil shown.

For once again the cats could come
Dispensing justice unto some
Who can not tell the good from bad
And end results would be quite sad.



Blaze McRob