A cat as black
As blackest coal
Is out upon
His midnight stroll,
His steps are soft,
His walk is slow,
His eyes are gold,
They flash and glow.
And so I run
And so I duck,
I do not need
His black-cat luck.
Do I believe in the black cat superstition of bad luck? Let’s just say, when a black cat crosses my path…I notice. I’ve been known to yell at the cat not to cross the road, even though I know he can’t hear or understand me.
Or can he?
And yes, I might have stopped, backed up, and taken a different path to my destination so as not to have had him cross my path. It can’t hurt, right?
Yep~~I guess I am certifiably superstitious.
It’s been said that black cats are a witch’s companion. And while I don’t think there are any witches nearby that are wanting to cause me any harm, I still shudder a little with apprehension.
The truth is, I have had two black cat’s “cross my path” this month in the form of pictures. This phenomena is a little weird to me because I can’t remember a time when so many black cats have appeared in my life in such a short amount of time.
The first photo of this charcoal feline event was when I took this picture of a farm cat that joined us for my daughter’s senior picture shoot.
I thought nothing of it.
The second black cat “crossed my path” through the photo at the top of this post. My friend, Kathy, knew I was looking for more pictures of Fall/Autumn. And what an awesome, majestic photo it is!
But now I’m a little creeped out. Just coincidence or a bad omen?
*Que the music….wah, wah, wah…
Maybe I should take a vacation to Japan, where it is believed to be a good sign of good things to come.
Or become a witch. At least then, I would have two new companions. 🙂
Happy Halloween! xoxo