Black cat on the garden wall, <br />Infernal wailing makes my skin crawl. <br />Cold yellow eyes, staring at me, <br />Into my soul he seems to see. <br /> <br />Hair standing straight up, on his arching back, <br />His mangy bones, I'd like to crack. <br />A walking harbinger, of all evil things, <br />Misfortune and adversity, his presence brings. <br /> <br />Like a serpent, his tail dances around, <br />Beckoning to me, making no sound. <br />Come closer it says, come near to me, <br />I came for you, what must be must be. <br /> <br />You cannot run and hide away, <br />I will follow you till you're old and gray. <br />A burlap sack in the river sank, <br />Six tiny lives, flung from the bank. <br /> <br />I will follow you, till death you crave, <br />I will follow you and dance on your grave. <br />I have nine lives, you have just one, <br />And I will be there, when you are gone. <br /> <br />3/05 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-cat-14/
