Spectral Pests
Mister Whiskers
heard fishy whispers
Wished he heard them
not at all
In the basement
where they laid his
dish in that
disturbing hall
So he creeped
down steps so steep
as he listened
to the noise
Shadows racing
on walls effacing
Stealing the sleep
a cat enjoys
Ghastly, ghostly
spectral pests
Will Mister Whiskers
ever rest?
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