Witch’s familiar
unlucky
black
cat in the hat
pushed from its perch
with a squeak and a lurch
giving Barry the evil eye
curses
a hiss, unmissed
amid circles
that speak in creaks
stifling ciphers
toeing translations
in shifting sand.
He sniggers
as the pounce
send the beasts bleating
retreating
in their sheepish ways
turning tail
leaving trails
droppings, like breadcrumbs
led ‘em.