I saw this cat on a walk with Loup. I couldn't go too close or risk having Loup take off after it but I managed to get this photo of it staring at us. I love black cats. I've had a few over the years and they were all special.
The black cat photo inspired this poem for today's post for the blogging challenge at Yeah Write for November.
I broke a mirror early this morning
Am I destined to seven years bad luck?
I walk under a ladder not seeing the warning
Now I’m sure to get hit by a truck,
Clutching my trusty rabbit’s foot
I continue on my walk,
I see a black cat by the name of Soot
Sunning near a rock,
I change directions to avoid the cat
But he starts to follow me,
He likes to be an awful brat
As bratty as he can be,
I find a four leaf clover near the lake
That should help a lot,
Here’s a horseshoe I can take
Before I get distraught,
I’m not superstitious, no, not me
Whatever made you think that?
I turn around and what do I see?
None other than Soot, the cat!
Maybe black cats aren’t so bad
I’ll change my point of view,
I like black cats after all
Don't you like them, too?