Willow Cochrane

A Cat - Poem by Willow Cochrane

A cat as black
As blackest coal,
Is out upon,
His midnight stroll,
His steps are soft,
His walk is slow,
His eyes are gold,
They flash and glow.
And so I run,
And so I duck,
I do not need,
His black-cat luck

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010

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