as i sit upon a lonely bench in an abandoned street
A black cat my eyes do meet
i sit and i stare at this omen of death
This does nothing to quicken my breath
this cat does not leave me as i carry on
it follows me as I walk to my very lawn
it sits and it stares as I walk inside
yet I do not feel the urge to run and hide
this cat has not left by time morning comes,
it follows my scent like a trail of bread crumbs
but I do not feel any fear,
even though this omen of death seems to predict that the end is near,
This cat follows me throughout my days
I cannot escape it’s knowing gaze
For years and years I have not escaped this omen of death
it followed me until I breathed my very last breath
It was a cold, rainy day when I passed away
I looked at the cat and headed it’s way
across the street i went, then there was a bright light
as a car hit me, my ghost remains there and I can be seen ever night
this omen of death had finally served its duty
It was odd, but all I saw was it’s beauty
and beauty it was, for when I passed away i could see
if fact this omen was my lover, waiting for me,