BLACK CAT

BLACK CAT

Her coat shimmers in the dark

and her large green eyes

peer through the night

for someone’s spying on her.

Then she sets off again

for ever swinging her slender figure

across the empty road

Like to a secret crypt

an ancient boat --

her thin legs

carry her body high

at arms’ length

slowly

Sacredly.

Her tiny pads

skim over the asphalt

into forgetfulness

But morning comes back

hollering the wild race

of lorries and ambulances --

of those who drowned.