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Poetry

Bewitching

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#Fowc #Bewitching

You couldn’t put your finger on it,

the way this junior librarian looked her way

and you jumped right to it

Maybe it was her smile

or the way she had her hair

that captured your eye

you would share a drink at lunchtime

while the boys just stared and looked

and the cat stared from her handbag – their goose was cooked

But meeting that night – impossible

as off in the air she’d fly

leaving you down on terra firma

as she flew through the stars in sky

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Halloween Poetry

Old Moggy Mew

31st October 2016

A poem for Halloween – written by yours truly.

Artwork composed using Colorfy

Old Moggy Mew

By Brian F Kirkham

Cat.jpg

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.