BLACK CAT
WE KNOW NOT WHAT
IS IN THE MIND OF THE CAT
WHO’S SKIN IS BLACK
AND SMOOTH AS THE NIGHT
THE STARING EYES
DEFY CURIOSITY
SEEING NOTHING BUT
WHAT’S IN HER SIGHT
WHAT IS THE PURPOSE
BEHIND THAT SLINKY STRIDE
THAT STIRS THE AIR
WITH SUCH GRACEFUL SWEEPS
IN PURPOSEFUL SOLITUDE
SHE WALKS ALONE
AND WITH DEEP SENSUAL THOUGHTS
SHE SLEEPS
THE SUPERSTITIONS BROUGHT FORTH
BY THE OLD LORES
ARE HONESTLY NOT
THE TRUTHS OF SHE
BUT THOUGH BAD LUCK
MAY NOT BE IN HER MEANING
LOVES IRONY IS HER MYSTERY
Sonia L. Russell
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Be always safe,
Karen