Superstition

The yellow eyed black cat Slinks in after midnight The bewitching hour For the superstitious He still questions who I am I play to his reservation Knowing soon he'll understand And come curl up without hesitation Nothing goes hungry or unloved On my watch Not even a yellow eyed black cat Who crossed under a ladder While I opened my umbrella indoors And forgot to throw a pinch of salt Over my shoulder while cooking tonight Too close to the open flame Buying not into the taboos Long tattooed into collective thought I cross my fingers, wish on stars Hoping my luck has changed