The Coven

In the autumn dusk I found Six black cats were gathered round In a silent circle sitting Oh Lord, if I only knew The reason for their rendezvous I would not have watched unwitting Golden gazes were exchanged While I felt all the more estranged From this solemn feline coven If only they would let me in Accept me as their kith and kin And into their circle summon For my soul is as black as they Yet just as soft and just as stray And desperate for a home In the autumn dusk I found Six black cats were gathered round While I watched them, all alone.