Poem number thirteen
I honestly debated about skipping this one
But then I remembered I'm not superstitious
All the bad luck doesn't bother me
~
Black cats
I owned one and I love them
The sweetest kitties you ever did see
Till three in the morning when they have the zoomies
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Broken mirrors
The sound of glass breaking is a beautiful thing
The fractals it creates also a thing of beauty
But sweeping it up is a real pain
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Is bad luck real or something perceived
Negative thoughts lead to negative actions
That's my belief
What you put out the universe gives back
So the next time you find a black cat give it a pat
So I really did debate on not doing this one but then I decided to taunt the universe instead. So let's try to make this my most read rambling just for fun. I hope you all enjoyed this. If you did then please heart, subscribe, and feel free to leave a tip. Till next time.
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Comments (2)
Great poem!
Well rambled! I'm not much of a cat person but I'm always willing to give one a pat.