The Black Cat

Movement in black
Reflected by moonlight,
Quietly watching and
Patiently waiting.

Keen green eyes rest
On rigid tombstones marked
Carved names of those below
Patiently waiting.

Darkness then sinks
Touching the dusty earth.
Shadows curl here and there,
Whispers breezy sighs.

Midnight descends,
Ominous calm settles.
The black cat spies the
Spirits awaken.

Grim and ghastly,
Chilly cold and lonely.
The souls rise in stark haze,
Above, among trees.

Gently hissing
And cleverly hidden,
Tempted but hesitates.
Instinct tells her stay.

As ghosts of old,
Relishing their escape,
Sense another presence
Do call the black cat.

Ears shoot forward,
Silken body tenses.
Bony fingers beckon,
Entrancing, enticing.

Movement in black
In tune with the shadows.
Stealthily, cautiously
Skilled steps advance.

A haunting song
As one the spirits sing,
Luring the velvet being
To join their frail flight.

Journeying towards,
Slowly and utterly,
Til densely surrounded
By those being sought.

Movement in white
Swirling, encircling,
Around, around hurried,
Eagerly reach out.

She is embraced!
Green eyes ignite in fear.
Feeling the end is near,
Cries imploringly.

Next night indeed
The spirits new member,
Melancholy delights,
Did the black cat join.

The lesson here,
To listen to instincts.
For what killed the black cat?
CURIOSITY!

© Sarah Donnellan 2009

I wrote this as a literary challenge 'curiosity killed the cat' inspired by Edgar Allen Poe for The Inferno, where you can read amazing stories by other artists and writers.