And do not be afraid
Never minding the shadows of things that seem to be
Stay close and hold my paw
You’ve my promise - I’ll protect you
With my ferocious nature and of course my claws.
We're off on an adventure
One of neither close-near nor forever-far...
Either neither way yet,
Time seems to pass so quickly
I see it in your brow – the worries and the fret.
With each later as the hour grows.
I know you cannot hear the trees
For the distance, it too has grown.
Walk with me now carefully, be of sure foot and paw,
through the dirt, dead flowers and old mossy stone.
You look a little pale
despite the golden fading light
so just a small suggestion if I might….
Keep you eyes looking straight ahead –
It’s truly better that way – you won’t think you see the dead.
I saw your imagination,
a child at the last stone.
It ran away from you and with it, left you dread.
For you thought you saw stranger things
than those in your home, thoughts safely tucked into your bed
Hush, no need to tell about them,
yes I’m sure some have big ears and wings
but I think it’s time I tell you….sadly, no one else these or those they see.
I think you're getting tired
and your eyes they play on you tricks.
I know it seems like days, on this path we go
but trust me, it’s really not so.
Yes, it is a very long and crooked little path,
set in the forest deep.
But see we arrived in less than one day’s time
Look up and see - the moon is still here and has not left to go sleep.
Come along still, our trip is not done
while we still seek the witch,
and though I do not see her, it does not mean there is n'vr one
For my catish-observation skills they serve me well
I am certain and tell to predict she didn’t go far.
Certainly she is still near.
For look past the door ajar
on a night like this even she would have taken a coat.
But there it still waits in the corner – take note.
Purrhaps, her familiar, Sir Black, is still here to attend.
On him for most matters, he too, you can depend.
Oh my whiskers, I failed and forgot
to tell you why we came this far,
How could I not?!?!
Mr brofur, poor Crickett,
he has a need for snacks, it all started when he was but a wee lad
and somewhere along the way...his middle began to sag.
How could I not?!?!
Mr brofur, poor Crickett,
he has a need for snacks, it all started when he was but a wee lad
and somewhere along the way...his middle began to sag.
And now the poor guy, the extra weight has made his legs shorter,
and his lower belly is starting to drag.
It’s something of a dust ruffle, yes I do suppose,
so look about and tell me if you see
any cures or spells to undo poor Crickett’s deeds.
Certainly he’s not the first and with this ailment of sorts
and so therefore mustn't there be a potion, a spell or purrhaps a charm
that can help my little buddy without doing him any harm
and his lower belly is starting to drag.
It’s something of a dust ruffle, yes I do suppose,
so look about and tell me if you see
any cures or spells to undo poor Crickett’s deeds.
Certainly he’s not the first and with this ailment of sorts
and so therefore mustn't there be a potion, a spell or purrhaps a charm
that can help my little buddy without doing him any harm
Oh look see, here comes Sir Black
with the secret Crickett-sag-drag-spell in his black paw pack.
Always so insightful, he knew before we arrived,
just what magic he did need
and strived
and succeeded
to completed
one drag-sag-dustruffle-reversal spell potion
to cause the dragging belly to disappear and be depleted!
A hundred thank you’s kind Sir Black for your assistance and expertise!
Always so insightful, he knew before we arrived,
just what magic he did need
and strived
and succeeded
to completed
one drag-sag-dustruffle-reversal spell potion
to cause the dragging belly to disappear and be depleted!
A hundred thank you’s kind Sir Black for your assistance and expertise!
I’ll be back again soon
When I can stay for more than a bit.
And we’ll laugh and dance as happy little cats well into the wee hours of the moon
But tonight there is not time
For my friend – her bedtime draws very near
so here we are to leave
From the path whence we came.
To take a path, but not an exactly back path,
No need to visit something that might be waiting for our return
No need to visit something that might be waiting for our return
Back over and under there
Just common precautions, not at all applied scientific math.
I know for sure you are tired, I see it in your eyes
And though it seems a long way home,
We’ll be there faster than most time flies
You’ll have no explaining to do
of hours and days spirited away.
You see there are no worries,
We’ll be there faster than most time flies
You’ll have no explaining to do
of hours and days spirited away.
You see there are no worries,
only four minutes did we spend.
Not a second more did we lose.
And there now is my dear friend Crickett, waiting for my return!
Now some magic working I must do,
so run away quick, and let your mind wander free.
For more magic and fun still awaits you
over there with Vanessa and her Matty – a rare and kind dogaroo!
A special thanks to both of them, for hosting a purrfectly enchanting Halloween Event! And to you, for taking the time to stop by for an adventure! I hope you’ll stop by again – I so love adventures!
