The black cat, who sat

“So, the cat is black, and ain’t taking no slack, it’s good is all!” Gun Roswell

The black cat, who sat

The blackest of cats
Quit prettily sat
On the street so flat

“Move along you darn black cat!”
A passerby evilly spat
And did not even shake his hat

But the pretty black cat
Just continued without a fret
Watching, observing life on the stat

After all, she was not from here
But from another sphere
Far, far, far away behind the atmosphere
Sent to watch us
Us small humans with all that fuss
And then, without much
The pretty black cat
Vanished, just, like that!