The Witchest Cat of Them All

Up in the sky where the moon softly glows,

Past clouds where the cold night wind blows,

Lives a cat in a hat, both clever and tall—

She’s the Witchiest Cat of them All.

With fur like a shadow, and eyes emerald-bright,

She prowls through the dreams of the quietest night.

Her hat, tipped just so, is a deep purple hue,

And she rides on the wind like a whispering "boo."

She once was a stray by a potion shop door,

Who listened to witches and longed to learn more.

Then one haunted eve, with a daring small leap,

She dove in a cauldron instead of her sleep.

The spell didn’t harm her—it sparked and it spun,

It wrapped her in magic as bright as the sun,

Now Nyx casts her charms with a flick of her tail,

And brews starry spells in a midnight-scale pail.

She guides lost-winged creatures and tricks the unwary,

She’s clever and proud, both noble and scary.

But if you leave cream with a lavender pinch,

She may grant a wish—or a moonbeam to clinch.

So mind where you tread when night shadows fall,

For she’s watching you closely, from clouds cold and tall.

With a swish and a smile and a whiskered call—

She’s the Witchiest Cat of Them All.