my lovely self is
defiled by this awful
haircut
so here I sit on Halloween
not my holiday
I was born on Christmas
a time of singing
not a time for screaming
this funky night full
of sweets and ghouls
makes me want to go
postal
so off I scamper
chasing the little witches
as they fly into the
night sky
away from the hairless
feline

the werewolf takes one
look at me
and hides behind Duchess
the family poodle
he quakes with fear
at my new do
I stick my tongue out
he wimpers and howls
for his mother

the skeletons dance out
of the graveyard
but seeing a hairless
kitty
they fall onto each other
creating a pile of bones

I am beside myself
looking this way
I growl and hiss at
the Halloween characters
they run in fear

my mistress calls me
BooBoo! Stop picking on
the ghosts and ghouls!
But I am too busy chasing
a jack-o-lantern around our yard

finally, calm and collected
I rub against my favorite
scratching post
covered in catnip
over I collapse
leaving Halloween to go
on in peace
as the skeletons collect themselves
and run into the night.