There’s a cat named Raina
at the end of our street,
who’s all black with one patch of white hairs.
Just a fuzzy old kitty
with thin yellow eyes,
who sits in her window and stares.
Now, Charlie says Raina’s
not really a cat;
Charlie insists she’s a witch.
He says that cat
is her earthly form,
and if you watch her at midnight
she’ll switch.
Evelyn says Raina’s
not really a cat;
she’s a ghost, is what Evelyn swears.
Raina sees visions
from life’s other side
when she sits in her window and stares.
Taylor says Raina’s
not really a cat;
she’s a monster, a man-eating beast.
When Raina sits staring
what she’s doing is waiting
for a chance to set off for a feast.
I don’t know about any of that.
But I don’t get too close to the cat.