The Black Cat
A Black Cat on Hallows eve
Black cat walks
A shelf upon the wall
Sure footed friend doesn't send
One thing from its place
He sits perched and watches
Slow shadows cross the floor
Only he can catch the hallow
Beneath his fateful paw
But he idles catching prey
Idles the whole day
Until the sun lost its gleam
With night unable to see him
Passes underneath
The cat upon the shelf
Slow he slides into the shadow
Of the darkness that he follows
Owe the wicked's of the mind
Stalks his prey
See the shrinking little distance
Under paws holds no resistance
So never again shall night
Find the day
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