by Knightdaniru » 01/04/2010 1:48 PM
Gail looked back at the fenling and smirked. Ooh, it appeared that they would have somewhat of a rivalry here. Not that Gail enjoyed getting the dust all over her, though. Truthfully, as a feline, she absolutely loathed it. But she would not be found to have something in common with the fenling that sneered at her uncomfort.
Zeira nodded as Yumi spoke. She was starting to get irratated with this whole thing, but they were out there, they might as well continue. "We are looking for something that leaves tracks. Anyone dieing of thirst, speak up now, or else we are going through the big tunnel."
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