Innocent Prison-Building: Friday the 13th

It was an odd sort of feeling in the air that day,

A crackle and a nip and so-you-say,

Then all of a sudden there appeared at my right,

A prison-like building, and try as I might,

 I could not recall seeing that building before,

With its fires and its bars and the black double door.

The lights began to flicker on and off—it was a code!

I was certain it was beckoning to me, so I slowed--

It was then I heard the creaking and I saw the eye-like brass--

The double door cracked open and revealed a rasping mass—

It began to slink and slither out the bottom of the crack;

I was pinned to the sidewalk, afraid to turn my back!

I covered my eyes, and when I opened them the mass

Had disappeared completely and the brass was just brass!

The door was closing quickly, but something seemed screwy--

A form was on the landing that was furry, black and mewy.

Well I guess you know by now it was a messy little cat,

It turned around to look at me and then it just sat!

Nevertheless, the other day

I went back there, and I have to say,

If I were you I’d stay away,

Those innocent doors can enchant and betray.