The Black Cat
The black cat that sits on my shoulders
He's black with grey stripes
I don't know his name but I call him midnight
He bites my ear or my neck when I ignore him
He meows when I notice him
He jumps down to see me
wondering if I know
He stares and sits not blinking an eye
I don't know when he'll leave
When he came or why
I just know he is there as he sits on my shoulders
I close my eyes to try
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