The Black Cat I see on the streets

Poor thing has nothing to eat

No one cares enough to give her a home

It’s too bad she lives on her own

With nothing to eat 

She hopes something falls at her feet.

I know when she’s happy or sad

I know when she’s oh so glad

Living on the streets 

Overlooked by strangers she meets

With fur black as the night

She wants me in her sight.

They say Black Cats are bad luck 

Well she’s brought me good luck

She lives on the streets

With nothing to eat

That’s it!

I can’t bear to see

This Cat now belongs to me.