George Glass' Halloween Treat Bag

Black Cat

Some say I bring bad luck because
My fur is darkest black
Never mind the fangs and claws
My color keeps them back

It could be I deserve the rep
I draw mishaps like catnip
When an old man chased me off his step
He fell and broke his hip

A boy threw rocks at me last week
He should have been more alert
He toppled back into the creek
And badly tore his shirt

There are some who’d like to kill me
And a few have even tried
But misfortune finds the guilty, so
They all got hurt, or died

But you, you knew the secret way
That too few others know
Of how to keep bad luck at bay
If toward your path I go

You took me in and fed me scraps
And made me a soft bed
You let me curl up on your lap
Whenever you sat and read

You're safe now, safe as ever was
No bad luck can touch you
I'll never cross your path, because
you made it my path, too.