Poem - Black cat

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BLACK CAT

Black cat on a black night,

Killer like all his kind.

Not seen without a light,

So difficult to find.

 

Stalking body which creeps

Quietly on its prey.

Summons intent and leaps,

Caught victim’s curtain-day.

 

Black cat nudges ankles,

Purring ferociously.

His attention rankles,

Demanding, ‘Think of me.’

 

‘If you get up, feed me,

I’ll be terribly pleased;

Treat you, sit on your knee,

Ensure your tension’s eased.’

 

‘I’m the killer who’s kind,

The kind who’s a killer.

What do you want to find?

Cuddle-up close or thriller.’

 

‘Am I adaptable,

Skilful in ways and means,

Or unreliable,

A close friend or a fiend?’