I watch you cat.
Black though you be.
Familiar to a witch
yet not to me.
Take care lest you
cross my path
I watch you watching
birds pretending to be
notes on a treble clef stave.
Taunting you with
their silent symphony.
Impatiently, impulsively
you try to catch one by
artfully scaling the fence.
They scatter like leaves in the wind
leaving you as alone as a
tight rope walker
Up in the air by yourself.
Cat, do not cross my path.
That is if you are superstitious.
