After dark, it is said,
That all cats are grey,
Not black or white instead,
But in between they fade.
Behind trees they lurk
Waiting on you to pounce
For this is their nightly work
Which they cannot renounce.
And even if halloween is past
And they are sound asleep
They in their dreams at last
Plan just how they are to leap.
For their pleasure is
In watching you respond
To their arching back and hiss
As you in fright, are terror bound.
But until next Halloween,
We'll leave them to their dream(s) .
And in ours, we'll be preparing
To join them in their schemes.
s
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After dark, it is said, That all cats are grey, Not black or white instead, But in between they fade. Behind trees they lurk Waiting on you to pounce For this is their nightly work Which they cannot renounce. And even if halloween is past And they are sound asleep They in their dreams at last Plan just how they are to leap. For their pleasure is In watching you respond To their arching back and hiss As you in fright, are terror bound. But until next Halloween, We'll leave them to their dream(s) . And in ours, we'll be preparing To join them in their schemes. s