Black Magic Poem by Carol Mays

Black Magic



Soft as mist,
slowly advancing
in shadowy silence,
sure-footed, steady, she
searches me with steadfast eyes,
sparked, it seems, by latent lightning,
smoldering still with sultry enchantment,
she stealthily leaps now to my lap, sitting
sweetly, safeguarding unfathomable secrets.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: cat,magic,mysterious
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