Mollie: the Witches cat

I have a cat, her eyes are green

She's fat and very, very black,

She cries and talks with all her might,

And sleeps with me on moonless nights.

But when the moon is full and bright,

She takes a sudden fancy flight,

She sits aback me on my broom,

Our shadows cut across the moon.

We fly around the world below,

Our good ans warding spells bestow,

And after all our deeds are done,

We creep into bed before the sun does arise.

We arise when the misty eve draws nigh,

Before the moon is set in the sky.

The Witches cauldron bubbles and steams,

And Mollie and I drink the brew of spells and dreams.

Joyce Smith.

The Dream Cat

When nightime spins her darkened web,

And silence chants her charmed refrain,

The dream-cat comes on moonlit paws

With starbright eyes of magick.

In mirthful dreams and mares of night

She dwells and casts enchantments well;

Secret omens she does bring

To those versed in her ways.

Her graceful shadow whispers of

A thousand ancient gods divine.

Gaze into her mystic eyes...

Behold another world.

(From Priestess and the pentacle)

by Gerina Dunwich.