Six cats were outside his house meowing banshee-like
as if singing a dirge for a cat that died of old age
he had to bury

by coincidence, it was 12am, which gave the scene
an eerie vibe, like out of a horror movie

he was just a kid, so it kind of scared him, even
though he knew the cats couldn’t harm him

the 12am witching hour was a little too coincidental
but at least no witches appeared that night and
none of the cats turned into one.

Bob Boyd