White Cat In the Alley

I was relieved to find a white cat whose eyes have shone yellow and lit the way I should walk home in the night to my cold, cold cottage in town. Whose eyes have shone yellow and lit as much as the white cat in the alley? To my cold, cold cottage in town I depend on every sign and token of luck as much as the white cat in the alley: the coin in my boot, my cloak and swagger. I depend on every sign and token of luck. All these, plus a green moon, fool-proof as the coin in my boot, my cloak and swagger. One never knows what lurks in the shadows-- all these plus a green moon, fool-proof as a fool with DTs, now a limp not a swagger. One never knows what lurks in the shadows, the way I should walk home in the night. A fool with DTs now, a limp not a swagger, I was relieved to find a white cat.