Ghost feathers

A Feathered Ghost

fianna was prowling
our downstairs today
when sinister sounds
of high pitched shrieks
filled her day.

crouching, she entered 
the room a slow pace
amidst unholy screams
with a feathered ghost
howling all over 
the place.

what’s with the feathers,
her favorites for fun?
she usually chases
them dancing on
strings, in games
after dinner 
enjoying the run.

well, the ghost was so
noisy, the cat took 
a chance, she nabbed
a fine feather, the spoils
quickly grabbed, clenched
in her teeth 

prancing and dancing
she raced from the 
room, showed raven the
loot and together they
avidly chased it, 
avoiding dispute.


For the Record,
This day came in cloudy with rain on the way. I spent the day painting, then scrambled to rhyme. Fianna was helpful, I'm happy to say.

All Hands begging for PEACE.