A kitten is cuddly, as the cuddliest can be
dark as the night, eyes that glow, look at me,
Superstition is the naive in the heart of belief
the black cat that creep, a hope for mind relief.
Little cat whiskers, a warm gentle paw,
the daydreamer dream of a sharp hidden claw,
Cute is the meow, a cat in comfort purr
This black cat of fluff of the fluffiest fur.
I walk under ladders, with problems, I do,
a black cat cross my path, a million times two,
Careful with each step, thought to have a bad day
A hiss of disruption, a black cat in her play.
The scratch of delusion, uncanny at first,
a head deep in thought, the worse of the worst,
Awake with confusion, this sweet little kitten
was never a danger not once was I bitten.
My mind could find rest as she sat on my lap
with cuddles and hugs, I settled in for a nap,
In time understood as peace was not dread,
the worse was no curse in paces a clear head.
