Little black cats, when the moon is full
Creeping through the darkness
Looking for their souls
Fur shining bright, on a full-moon eve
Lurking in the shadow
Looking for reprieve
Muddy little paw prints, leading up your walk
Right up to your front door
You didn't hear them knock?
Little black cats, sneaking through your dwelling
You can hear them closing in
There is no reason yelling
Claws tippy tapping, all across the floor
As soon as they can catch you
Your soul will be no more
They'll find you in your closet or underneath your bed
The covers cannot save you
You're as good as dead
They're scrambling much faster, scenting on their meal
Target dead in their sight
Tracking on your heel
Frantic racing all around, trying to get away
The kitty cats are coming
And they want to play
You are now encircled, feline beasts surround
Moving in to steal your soul
They bring you to the ground
Final screams are never heard, by neighbors in your know
One kitty cat has eaten
One hundred more to go
Very cute! I see your creative juices have been flowing. In the spirit of terror, you should temporarily change the background for effect. The pink makes the kitty cats less threatening :-)
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