Witches Wrath

Not long ago I crossed a black cat
And all my hair I did lose
Until I gave her a mouse to bat



Now even worse I have killed a witch
A black, foul fate I did not choose
When I fell upon her in a ditch



A dozen sisters who shared her craft
Enrobed in blacks, grays and blues
They flew to me upon brooms and laughed



Chanting, twirling, in circles smirking
Dark unseen power did ooze
It grabbed my soul and I felt jerking



Bursting with hair and a long thin tail
I sprung away from my shoes
A glance at my paw brought forth a wail



Coven's wrath is far worse than black cat's
Magic turned back time from clues
Dropping me in my own trap and that's



Now history I cannot rewrite
Trembling to a beastly snooze
Squeaking my last to a feline bite

ID: 1314430   (Rated: 13+) 7 Day Poetry Challenge!  2009 CLOSED! See you in 2010... by Acme

Day 2 - Prompt: Witchcraft! but, DON't use the word spell