The Mystical Cat

Mollie: The Witch's Cat
I have a cat. Her eyes are green.
She's fat and very, very black.
She cries and talks with all her might,
And sleeps with me on moonless nights.

But when the moon is full and bright,
She takes a sudden fancy flight.
She sit aback me on my broom.
Our shadows cut across the moon.

We fly around, the world below,
Our good and warding spells bestow.
And after all our deeds are done,
When creep into bed before the Sun does rise.

We arise when the mighty eve draws nigh,
Before the moon is set in the sky.
Thw witches' caldroun bubbles and steams,
And Mollie and I drink the brews of spells and dreams.

Joyce Smith