Big Black Cats

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I use every little omen,
each step and muddied crack,
but avoiding them so carefully
will never bring you back.
If I abuse this ladder
like I have myself,
will it mean less of life’s
inconsequential wealth?
By not hugging those fine contours
of clinging wise, wild walls,
will it mean more bad luck,
and crippling emotional falls?
It could just mean that I dodged death
by a random, stolen car –
regardless, it all means nothing,
except you died, which I find bizarre.
Black cats may come to me
and weave me with their tails,
but they won’t ever convince me
disaster looms when time is frail.
I observe the cows all gathering,
forewarned by superstitious train,
I look to the sky, yes they are right,
here indeed comes the rain.
I feel my face, but the sad truth is
the wetness is pure, torrential pain.
And, as luck would have it,
I find I am crying once again.

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

6 thoughts on “Big Black Cats”

  1. All I can add is I LOVE black cats, and indeed have one. He’s a chantilly and grows a mane like a lion, but is sleek like a panther. Incredibly intelligent, beyond any cat I’ve ever seen and I’ve had many. He’s affectionate and interestingly his species won’t play with anything round like balls. Any other shape seems to be fine, lol.

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      1. He he , he is, he’s wonderful! 13 now and getting a new lease on life. I lived in an apt for most of his life having moved to a house and he can now go outside for the first time, and he’s loving life! hehe

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      2. Indeed. Many. Before we were on a ground floor apt. he’d bring all manner of birds completely affronted when we threw them away. Now he brings mice (of which there are many) and birds and anything else to drop on the doorstep.

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      3. The only cat I had didn’t realise he was one. he hated outdoors and faced with a mouse he ran. My brother’s cats would bring things and I am happy I never had that to deal with.

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