Good luck,
lucky black slinky silent cat
flat
stroking fur, shiny, long,
soft
sweeping ballet tail
movements
and you stare:
green eyes take me there
for a midnight broomstick ride.
Where are you?
behind the door
quite quiet, purring pawing,
with each flick you pat
quick.
what is that you have on the white tiled floor?
Bad luck
death dark belfry bat
of
witches brew or cauldron stew.
an upside down brown fur
little pocket mouse body,
big eyes- see nowt, hear all, big ears.
veined velvet webbed wings
softly spread
on the white tiled floor-
flutter
as the cat’s paw pats, and she waits…
the bat reacts
to the big cat
with dominion over the black night bat.
By Kathleen Bartholomew 11th July 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really very good liked it a lot