The counterspell - 100 word Friday fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers and again a challenge in terms of a picture, and this time from Scott Vanatter. The cat really look guilty or concentrated. There are also lighted a candles and paperwork for the cat. This time I will do a poem. I like classic sonnet style, but it’s far from Shakespearean. The form forced me to go above the 100 word limit (113) I am also sure the grammar is a little bit off, but at least some of it is intentional.

I will probably not do entries for a few weeks, but I’ll be back. Happy Holidays.

Go to Rochelle Wissof-Fields page for excellent entries and instructions, or add your own, either there or by click on the little widget below.

copyright Scott L Vannatter

as she was lighting candles for the dead
you hear her singing softly out of tune
a magic incantation that she read
and through the window sees a shining moon

her troubles started just the other night
she felt a growing fur and sharpened claws
and she in mirror looked, behold her fright
a cat she was, with soft and furry paws

the evil magic came from neighbor witch
and now with magic she would turn it back
the price to pay was high but she was rich
and with a flash and bang it all went black

the magic turned the neighbor to a rat
so finally the cat became quite fat
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December 20, 2012

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