A black cat whose fur is 

like the night sky, sleek silky fur

It swiftly hops on a window’s ledge

As it is light as a shadow

Velvet paws pad softly through the deserted street

Tail high, bending like 

the Grim Reaper’s scythe

Curse of the black cat

Wherever its paws rest

A signal, someone will perish. 

Under the dim glow of the moon,

It casts shadows that dance with flair

While dreams take flight,

It paints the canvas of the silent night.

Yet, it is invisible with bare eyes.

The vague amber sight of light 

reflected a crooked monster.

Its luminous golden eyes 

glow in the darkness.

The endless stare swallows my sanity

Continuing crawling out of the dark

In fact, 

An angel in disguise

It is just a black cat

Strolling in the silent night.