WITNESS
Witness! this grave story,
a tale of a cat—
a cat born of midnight
with fur a deep black.
A tale without glory,
I warn for you all,
but with fear and with fright,
and of a dark call.
‘Twas dusk—with the moonrise,
a fog filled the air,
candlelight flickering,
wee tots in its care.
Young kittens a-mewing
as each one awoke,
pronouncing their soft cries
from every small nook.
Laid still one lone feline,
a cat from elsewhere,
who, shadowed in darkness,
had nothing to care,
but basking in moonshine,
the kittens all danced;
those fools acting fearless,
they leapt and they pranced.
He was an old stranger,
that cat hiding still,
but he knew the danger
of seeking a thrill.
He’d heard all the stories
of which cats here told
of murders, mysteries—
the legends of old.
The lone cat dared not stir
nor look away now,
for he’d heard a grim sound,
a dreadful, dark growl;
though above their gay mirth,
the kittens heard less—
no call of the Night Hound,
no cry for their deaths.
Striking! white hot fury!
The death hound appeared,
the kittens now knowing
what they should have feared:
a slashing and flurry
of teeth and of claws;
shorn body parts flying,
torn tails and cut paws!
He felt in that moment
that many nights passed;
lone cat made no movement,
afraid he’d not last.
The kittens all butchered,
the deaths of his kind,
the terror discovered
the depths of his mind.
The Night Hound ran screeching,
its omen fulfilled,
black cat forced to replay
his kin being killed.
The visions consuming,
the cat so forlorn,
come dawn of the new day
lone cat was no more!
Witness
origin: 07/12/2016, 10:00:53
until: 08/11/2025, 17:01:54