Black Is Good Luck

How can something so small and soft be bad luck?
Her little furry face with its loving look
So sweet and gentle
Looks at me adorningly
Big yellow orbs filled with love
Stare at me as she softly purrs in my arms
For many years
The sweet six year old
Has brought so much love into my life
She may be a black meowing fur ball
But she’s mine
And she has brought me nothing but good luck

© Mriana October 2005

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