Black Cat

Black Cat

You ran across my lane

That hazy September night.

Since then, 

a lot has happened

A lot of glee,

A lot of flee,

A lot of absent lee.

Sometimes I wonder:

“What if you hadn’t ran across my lane?”

“What if I’d missed all that fleeing?”

Fleeing from my bad luck?

Would I be at the place I am today?

That place of understanding?

I don’t think I would.

So,

Thank you,

Black cat.

Thank you for running across the lane

The lane I was driving on

That hazy September night.

 

Author's Note

My black cat of bad luck...

Reviews

[Irvette Dauphine]

this is great, like this poem :)

[Amanda J. S.]

Yay! thank you! :-)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Whooeee! Honey, yo bad luck done up'n gone. Dis be da cat's meooow! ...an i ain't superstitious --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DVlHYPi6AuA

[Amanda J. S.]

What the? :-D (nice song)

[Amanda]

Lov it :) great job

[Amanda J. S.]

Thank you! :-)

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*cringes* I love cats but.....

The lane I was driving on

That hazy September night.

I think I'll stay away from the streets for now *locks door shut*

AWESOME POEM! :3

[Amanda J. S.]

Thank you!

Love your reviews! they are so funny :-)

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Thanks! And WELCOME! *disappears rolling down a hill like a pencil* ^-^