White Cat In the Alley
I was relieved to find a white cat
whose eyes have shone yellow and lit
the way I should walk home in the night
to my cold, cold cottage in town.
Whose eyes have shone yellow and lit
as much as the white cat in the alley?
To my cold, cold cottage in town
I depend on every sign and token of luck
as much as the white cat in the alley:
the coin in my boot, my cloak and swagger.
I depend on every sign and token of luck.
All these, plus a green moon, fool-proof as
the coin in my boot, my cloak and swagger.
One never knows what lurks in the shadows--
all these plus a green moon, fool-proof as
a fool with DTs, now a limp not a swagger.
One never knows what lurks in the shadows,
the way I should walk home in the night.
A fool with DTs now, a limp not a swagger,
I was relieved to find a white cat.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
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