Please find below the latest entry in Purrsday Poetry:
As I walked I met a black cat
Sitting beside the trash can
Black cat and I
Stared each other in the eye.
His were vivid green
Mine as it’s always been
He meowed a bit
And he moved to my feet.
He looked mighty harmless
His velvety fur was spotless
And since he was nameless
I called him cuteness.
He couldn’t cast any spell
As far as I could tell
It must be an old wives tale
A superstitious belief gone stale.
To paint a poor kitty black
Not cutting it any slack.
I returned to pore over my mail
And indulged in a tall, cold glass of ginger ale.
Superstition, Daily Post Prompt
Poem by Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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