A Black Cat Spotting
as black cat
slowly creeps past
dimly
lit alleyway,
superstitious boy
stops dead in
his tracks.
bad omen?
sense of
dread grips him.
he's thinking...
"should I walk right through
or take a different route?"
he...
chooses the latter.
(Yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Black Cat Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Date written: 03/26/2022
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