A Cat Poem -- for the Sunday Muse # 130
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Who Let the Cats Out
Cats cats everywhere
Black cats every one
Bad luck cariers
Behind you must stay
Mass production they
Built as clones, one mum
Pet for every home
Black cats everywhere
Turned street loose at dusk
When they front your path
Don't cross turn around
Leave black cats behind
The mice died or gone
Cats come home to eat
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- Photo prompt pictured above was chosen by Fireblossom and Came Van Horn for our Sunday Muse # 130 at http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2020/10/sunday-muse-130.html?m=1
posted by Jim @ 10/17/2020 01:38:00 PM
10 comments
10 Comments:
This made me smile Jim! I used to know someone who would turn their car around over a black cat! LOL
merrowwww
Who decided to mass produce bad luck? Sounds like a very 2020 decision. :)
We had a black cat named Charlie ... bad news, bad luck, bad karma. Cheers.
I think black cats are good luck, Jim. But then I'm left-handed, so everything I do is backwards! Haha!
The mice died or gone
Cats come home to eat
They will be a big problem considering the big number. They control the streets and they are bent in taking over the homes. Frightening Jim and very well written!
Hank!
I love black cats. And brooms. And witch hats. Lol.
Very cool, Hank!
A scary thought here, Jim... and very well illustrated.
"A hungry cat is an angry cat" - Bob Marley
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