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!