31st October 2016
A poem for Halloween – written by yours truly.
Artwork composed using Colorfy
Old Moggy Mew
By Brian F Kirkham
Old Black cat sits on the broken stone step,
waiting for his owner to appear.
She’s taken to the air in flight
the midnight sky is clear.
And as the stars they move about
A feathered friend appears
An Owl coming from the above loft
“Hello, Cat” he cheers…
somethings brewing on the hill
the ghosts are gathering – feel the chill
moggy mew looks out into hallowed stars
and spots his owner from up there afar
she hovers down softly – and mew leaps on the broom
and with a twitch of the stock – it moves with a zoom
flying cross country and farm and on ranch
as mew holds on tight to the magical branch.