The Black Cat - 31/10/2005

As he lays by the window,
In the dark,
Black as all, every inch,
Not even a colored mark.

Not to be seen,
In the day,
Only at night,
Thats his way.

He Scratches at the door,
Till he is let in,
Comes in and sits on your lap,
With no worry in the world, with no evil sin.

In a lost family,
He waits till they reach out,
Doing his own thing,
Living life in no doubt.

Mysterious as he is,
Comes and goes,
Sways in and out,
With his none existence lows.

Dedicated to my sister's cat Mr Bungle
©Elisha L. Brain