The yellow eyed black cat
Slinks in after midnight
The bewitching hour
For the superstitious
He still questions who I am
I play to his reservation
Knowing soon he'll understand
And come curl up without hesitation
Nothing goes hungry or unloved
On my watch
Not even a yellow eyed black cat
Who crossed under a ladder
While I opened my umbrella indoors
And forgot to throw a pinch of salt
Over my shoulder while cooking tonight
Too close to the open flame
Buying not into the taboos
Long tattooed into collective thought
I cross my fingers, wish on stars
Hoping my luck has changed
Susan Lacovara
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/superstition-12/
