The Death Poems: Collection 3

Black Cat

A shadow sneaking in skillfully

If you grab this form by its tail

The shadow will sneak away sulkily

As fleeting as a wish in a well

Its color matches that of the night

And its eyes are a fierce lantern

It likes to spread fear and fright

And its killing follows no pattern

This creature is called a black cat

And likes to be left on its own

It will snipe our every and any rat

And it will never let itself atone

You must never cross its path

For if you ever choose to do

You will call and incur its wrath

And that will be the end of you

So if you ever happen upon one

I advise to keep very far away

For if its bloody meal is not done

You may easily end up as prey