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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