Cats & Superstition

Sitting like a statue.
Tall and proud.
Chest pushed out.
Claws digging in and out the wood, sharp no doubt.
Green eyes like emeralds.
In the dark of the night...
Eyes hidden, glowing, showing the only light.
Emeralds replaced with blood red rubies.
The black cat makes it way.
Leaving you frozen in place.
Walking down the path, misunfortunate, out of luck.
Superstitions becoming caution.
Bad luck struck.
Making way down the street.
Proud. Feline. Prancing it's feet.
Paw prints telling the small print.
Curse of the black cat.
Who walks down your path.
Watching with big stalking eyes silently.
Sharpening their claws violently.
Listening for the purr, watching closely for shiny black fur.
Then.
There it sat.
Upon a door mat.
With a crooked tail.
It gave a meow.
I tipped my hat a farewell to the black cat.
Goodbye for now.