by Knightdaniru » 09/16/2007 7:21 PM
Creeping into the room, she noticed that their were more boxes than she first saw, hidden behind some others. She found the one that looked the most easy to fall apart, and started trying to dig into it. By most easy, it did not mean very easy. THis was pretty hard, and she desided that they were smarter with storing back then, and did not use materials that could decay or decay easily for storing preciase items. Then the thought of the extra protecion for storing preciease items made her try to dig in more, wondering what would be in this box, and judging by the mangled stated of it, it was probably the oldest or the most used. If its used, that would make it more precies she was thinking, becouse it would be important.
You may call, you may call
But the little black cats won't hear you.
The little black cats are maddened
By the bright green light of the moon;
They are whirling and running and hiding,
They are wild who were once so confiding,
They are crazed when the moon is riding
You will not catch the kittens soon.
They care not for saucers of milk,
They think not of pillows of silk;
Your softest, crooningest call
Is less than the buzzing of flies.
They are seeing more than you see,
They are hearing more than you hear,
And out of the darkness they peer.
With a goblin light in their eyes!
The Bad Kitties
By Elizabeth Coatsworth