Then the blue foxes and the yellow flongboos pattered pitty-pat, pitty-pat, each with feet and toenails, ears and hair, everything except tails, pattered Scritch scratch over the stone floors out into the train shed.
"Rootabaga Stories"
Carl Sandburg
Hearke, now every thing is still, The Scritch-Owle, and the whistler shrill, Call upon our Dame, aloud, And bid her quickly don her shrowd: Much you had of Land and rent, Your length in clay's now competent.
"The Age of Shakespeare"
Algernon Charles Swinburne
There's a Scritch in Sir Reginald's voice-mercy on us!
"Checkmate"
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu