Black cat on the street

“Cat hair all over the place!” Gun Roswell

Black cat on the street

A black cat, proudly sat

In the middle of the street with utter and total ease

She did not move one single inch

Not even in a really, in  a tight pinch

Passers by, simply, needed to beside her to slide

As this proud black, was cat sitting ever so wide

Her face was calm and her nose was up

Nothing would her now settled mood stop

She was only gazing, at the clear blue skies

Maybe, because it was as far as the crow could fly

This black cat’s attitude was totally snide

Sassy and bossy, with fur so gloriously glossy

As she clearly was the only owner, and the queen of this street