The yellow eyed black cat
Slinks in after midnight
The bewitching hour
For the superstitious
He still questions who I am
I play to his reservation
Knowing soon he'll understand
And come curl up without hesitation
Nothing goes hungry or unloved
On my watch
Not even a yellow eyed black cat
Who crossed under a ladder
While I opened my umbrella indoors
And forgot to throw a pinch of salt
Over my shoulder while cooking tonight
Too close to the open flame
Buying not into the taboos
Long tattooed into collective thought
I cross my fingers, wish on stars
Hoping my luck has changed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol, a nice humorous poem, very superstitious. And I do believe in magic, it happens every day.