where are you from?
Why do they say that
you bring nothing but bad luck?
Do you really even care
if people cross themselves,
everytime you cross
the streets that they walk in?
Or would you never mind them
and just keep on licking yourself clean?
Black cat, black cat
are you really bad luck?
Would your color still matter,
if the person who's holding you now is blind?
Would you still be a bad luck
if it's only your soft fur and calming purr,
that could keep this worn and lonely soul
from feeling all alone?
Black cat, black cat
where are you now?
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*** Pardon me for the weirdness of this one. My mind's been wandering lately especially during my long walks on my way home while searching for the perfect homeless kitten to name "Mr. Fredricksen". :P :)
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