The Curious Case of the Spooky Feline Spectre
In bed, and in slumber.
The twilight is done.
My cat?
She's beside me,
And snoozing along.
On awakening.
I hear creaking
Like doors,
And floorboards.
Too light for a person.
And it can't be my cat!
My inkling is of a spectre.
I feel. A feline.
Come along to inspect her?
A ghoul. A guardian.
Of her honour.
Or mine?
I trust, as I snuggle in cover,
That my curious
Spooky feline spectre,
Does lose interest soon!
S. Camplin
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