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