The Black Cat.

Like a
black cat
crossing a path, she
acted naturally
to show
she had to leave,
and crossed the street
just to see
if he’d crack –
react drastically –
under the heat
of a reality
without her sweet
frame and her
size 8 feet
living his dream.

Answer me!
He clamored angrily –
dramatically –
from the safety
of his balcony,
but actually
his colon reacted
and, knees weak,
he frantically
began to weep,
demanding she
would abandon her dreams
and hand him
back the keys
to her heart.

© Rylan Skelly, August 2018

About the Author: I have a B.A. in Honours Religious Studies from the University of Waterloo and I love all major world religions – Eastern, Western, or in between. I’m genderqueer, and I’m comfortable with male, neutral, and female pronouns. I’m married to my dear wife Lynn, who is the love of my life, my best friend, and my muse. I think far too much, and often have too many ideas to know what to do with. And I am a doing being, just like you!


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