Have you no respect, honor
for life—you who cannot face
its shadow, who fail to see
your own? I wonder if you
hear now the black cat calling
from beyond. The cat's meow
will persist persistently
in pursuit of truth made plain.

I invite you to explain
missing funds from black cat bank
I loved, failure to thank me
for my secrecy. And that
is only one thing. I would
like for you to tell all that
shadow knows, reveal all lies,
grant her proper burial.

As for shadow of your crimes,
all the silly pantomimes,
black cats know me well and I
love them so. They gather now
and will not go until you
and others stop projecting
fears upon their innocence
and taking their name in vain.