My soft, black cat licks me awake.I eat my breakfast of cold, raw steak.I go out into the dark woods and huntFor ingredients for a potion to make my teeth blunt.And when it grows dark, I look for mushrooms,Soaring up high on my flying broom.These mushrooms will help me with many things—Growing long nails and leathery wings.To tell my future, I see the local seerThen I go back home to break a mirror.They say this brings you good luck, you see,Or perhaps that belief is unique to me.At last I curl up in my spiderweb cotAnd go on to sleep without a thought.