Thoughts on a black cat

Only a cat,
and I stay in my place...
Up there on your chair,
on your bed or your face!
only a cat,
and I’m not finicky much...
I'm happy with cream
and anchovies and such!
only a cat,
and we'll get along fine...
As long as you know
I'm not yours... you are mine



More thoughts on a black cat

A cat as black
as blackest coal
is out upon
His midnight stroll,
His steps are soft,
His walk is slow,
His eyes are gold,
they flash and they glow.
And so I do run
and so I do duck,
for I do not need
His black-cat luck.

by Old Salfordian