Cats In The Catacombs

Cats In The Catacombs

Cats in the catacombs have scratchy, catchy claws.
They tousle a mouse or a ratty, tatty rat, then pause,
For something in the darkness creaks, and curious to see …
RAWR! Spooked to poofs of nerves and fur!

Cats hiss like catalysts for mighty, frighty nights.
They cater with caterwauls down the labyrinthy halls,
Then patter, scatter as a knocking echoes down the way …
RAWR! Spooked to poofs of nerves and fur!

Cats’ eyes can categorize images so dim.
Like bunk beds of bones holding grins and gory eyes awake.
A cataplexy like a hex will seize the bristly beast …
RAWR! Spooked to poofs of nerves and fur!

Cats brush by catafalques which, slipped in crypts beneath,
Can portend a mortal end to the lives-of-nine inclined.
Well, pity kitties on their eighth who paw at loose, piled skulls …
RAWR! Spooked to poofs of nerves and fur!