Munday on Monday: The black cat

The black cat

The local cat now glared in wrath

For it was I who crossed its path

While going for my daily stroll.

The cat must think its luck I stole:

“What awful luck is now my fate;

My list of lives is down to eight!

No skein of yarn with which to play;

No tuna in my bowl today;

For seven years I’m cursed and doomed —

Misfortune has my fate consumed.

And who’s to blame? Well, do the math:

This human who has crossed my path!”

Don Munday, dmunday@kcstar.com

This story was originally published March 12, 2017 at 3:31 PM with the headline "Munday on Monday: The black cat."