Little black kitten owns the night
Big yellow eyes clearly in sight,
Lurking about through shadows mist
Laying on each glow where pumpkins
Exists,
Sparks of ashes parades the air
Echoes of voices when no one's
There,
Cool as the breeze passing by
Sounds of kittens here it cry,
Witching echoes laughing near
Haunted hallows always here... 🐈⬛🎃
©tanyawilli
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