Hi everyone,
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.
Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Superstition, Daily Post Prompt
Poem by Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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Beautiful poem and I love black cats. They are the cutest and sweetest cats.
Thanks 🙂
I’m pretty sure all cats put a spell on me that get me to do what they want. This post is too cute 🙂
Hehe. Ours do that spell thing to hs
Cute poem.
Thanks ^^
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Aw, I have a black cat.
😀
Great stuff. My Mr Midnight was truly over the moon about your poetic words. A big thank you from the blog “Gilmours Nice Place”. 🙂
Thanks goes to our guest blogger 😀
nice poem. black cats are so cool.
Indeed they are 😀