Puzzled

I’m puzzled.

You can see it in my face, can’t you?

When I was a child, black cats were lucky,

especially if they could be persuaded to

cross your path.

Now they’re unlucky.

No one wants them.

You can see why I’m puzzled, can’t you

as I ponder what happened to bring about

this change.

Did they, ever catlike, decide not to co-operate

with the path crossing business

and turn tail to scarper

in the opposite direction?

Or maybe stand their ground

and snarl

and spit

and bare their teeth

like demons.

Perhaps that was it.

Then there’s the raven.

Can it really call ‘nevermore’.

I have heard many a raven call,

but never a

nevermore.

So again, I’m puzzled.

You can see it in my face, can’t you?

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