CAT POET'S CORNER

Black Cat Party

Seven black cats,
slinking in the night.
Up the stairs they creep,
flight after flight.

Where do they go,
for what do they search?
The first one stops,
with a quick lurch.

He sniffs a dog's scent,
And moves quickly on,
the old dog sleeps,
and causes no harm.

It's up to the roof,
that they quickly scurry,
for a black cat party.
Don't be late! Let's hurry!

Copyright © Gin Morong, 2001


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