I do not want to seem superstitious

But it seems a little suspicious

That a black cat just crossed my path

Do the math

Oh sure, I get that it was just a Bombay Cat

And I know where that’s at

Nothing harmful and she did give a purr

Still, can you shake the color of her fur?

I keep thinking about how very similar

She is to a witch’s familiar

An omen of misfortune and death

Suddenly, it’s only her and me left

And she wants a scratch behind the ear

Instantly, I know why cats are held dear