those eerie black cats
Always want their way
their wild black fur on display
Sitting on brooms
when Halloween looms
To be a witch’s friend
till the holiday ends
Then ride back to the witch’s abode
To sleep awhile the morning cock crows.
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https://toy.photography/2020/10/27/tourmaline-s-halloween-challenge-bat/?amp=1
The Bag Lady 
aww very cool poem sharyl ❤ well done!
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