A silent shadow streaks by on four legs.
The grace and balance of a dancer,
The silence and drive of a hunter.
Invisible in the dark.
An extension of the night,
And a deadly predator.
Mice run in fear at the sight of his claws.
He is seen as a bad omen,
The companion of witches,
A bringer of bad luck.
Don't let him cross your path.
A misunderstood feline,
Wrapped in superstition.
His pitch black pelt brings nothing but sorrow.
He is the unlucky one.
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Wandering Minds
General Fiction"I wonder as I wander, out under the sky..." A compilation of short poems and stories that I don't know where else to put.
