Spidery thin and effortlessly tall
She stalks down passages and long dark halls
Black cat dozing
On a cushion so cosy
Winnie the Witch considers an empty wall.
Tripping over the cat
He wasn't happy with that
She cursed her back luck
And shouted 'Oh fuck!'
While Wilbur sulked under the living room mat.
She waved the witch wand
To turn her cat so fond
To pink, blue and green
Somehow to be seen
All the way from back and beyond.
Miserable was he
Multi-coloured to a tee
Nursing her sprained ankle
Winnie's sensibilities still rankled
Rejoiced that he was easy to see.
But time after time
Winnie saw how he pined
To hunt mice once more
And to scratch up the door
Enjoying life as an average feline.
So instead of the cat
She adjusted her hat
Waved her wand in the air
As much as she dared
In front of their eyes, a new house was sat.
Yellow windows and a red front door
Green trimmings and purple curtains to adore
Bath nice and shiny
No more bleak and grimy
Colours and light galore.
Now Winnie and Wilbur are happy again
Winnie can see Wilbur all over the den
Black is the cat and much does he purr
Harmony is back for him and for her
Calm is restored and with it, new Zen.