The Black Cat

A short poem I got inspiration for at 3:30AM, looking at the top of my dresser and seeing what looked like a black cat.

There he is again, 

The black cat, stalking through the night

Looking for an alley he deems alright

Waiting for the arrival of another

The next cat arrives, and soon they begin

Moving slowly, watching the other

They negotiate, the cat talks, hiding his grin.

After the exchange, they part ways and leave the gutter

There goes the black cat, Stalking through the night.

The red and blue lights never seemed so bright.

There goes the black cat, running through the streets

They're beckoning the black cat, offering him treats.

There goes the black cat, down with a bang.

The sound hits the walls, echoing a clang.

There's the black cat, lying on the ground.

The fate he received, for avoiding the pound.

Reviews

[Ana Papaya]

poor cat, but serves him right for creepy around when he should not have been. :)