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Black Cat

A cat has nine lives, so, they say,
but a black cat lives forever, 
it's claws always sharp. Green
eyes that pierce the night like 
magical green flames set afire
by witches words of darkest 
incantation. Spoken, softly on
moonless nights in archaic chants 
known only to druidic priestesses in 
songs of mesmeric power,  silhouetted
against twinkling multi colored stars. Soft
silky fur that entices, dark as mid-night on
silent paws that tip toe whithout the
sound of forlorn echoes as they
glide, so very lightly, over sacred 
ground. Feline notions always creating 
resounding echoes in the twilight space between 
reality and the world of alternative creation, 
Phantoms of life. Is
it real or just our lonely need to justify our
own feeble existence. 
I for one shall never know the secrets 
of the black cat.