Scary October 17

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is an argument between a Vampire and her Familiar.

Image from Pixabay

I know that it is raining, I can see that it wet

But you are my familiar and not a blooming pet!

I have asked you nicely, I have even said please

Now go and get me food or I shall infest you with flees.

Excuse me, Lady Mistress, this does not seem quite right

Just where in my contract does it say I have to work for you at night?

You have run me ragged every minute of today

I am tired now and my feathers are wet, so here in the warm I need to stay.

Pardon me! my fine feathered friend,pardon me, my beauty.

I am not requesting I am demanding that you do your duty.

I am the one in charge not you , I am the tortured soul of a Vampire

You do as I bid and brook me not.Go, go on, What are waiting for. Wet weather attire?

Well Mistress that would not go amiss for I am not a duck,

And if I get lost you will miss out and that would be such bad luck.

Be Gone! Get out! and find me fresh blood.

And if you play your cards right I shall dip you in the stream on your return to remove the mud.