Black Cat So Sweet and Dear
One Christmas, hubbie lost his job,
and we were feeling sad
when at the pound, we found a cat
that helped me to feel glad.
We never knew what age she was.
All we knew was that
she’d lived with dogs and had green eyes
and was a little fat!
Although her name was Razzmatazz,
instead I’d call to her:
“Come, kitty, oh so beautiful
with shiny soft black fur.”
I loved to look into her eyes,
and back at me she’d gaze.
She’d hang around us. On our bed
with us she liked to laze.
When someone came to visit us,
beside us all she’d be.
Black cats like her are not bad luck.
So sociable was she!
Five years soon passed, and Razzmatazz
was acting rather strange.
First diabetes; then her stroke
affected quite a change.
To ease her pain, we had her put
to sleep, for death was near.
Today I see black cats and think
of mine so sweet and dear.
March 28, 2022
For the Black Cat Poetry Contest of Robert James Liguori
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