Always Bet On Black, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I am glad my panther does not bother
I am glad I don’t get under his collar
I am glad he is domestic and is not taller
Because he if he was he could make me holler

I am glad he isn’t a Navy Seal
I am glad he isn’t a Ninja that is real
I am glad he isn’t a crow or raven
If I were a sheep I’d be mutton

He is furry, purry and healthy
Silly, funny and stealthy
While he can’t make me wealthy
He can silently sneak around me

He’d make a great October decoration
Hitch a ride on a broom, witch with a declaration
A carved pumpkin could be his companion
He’s everything Halloween can imagine

He could be the the Karate Kitten
But he’s grown and his name isn’t Danial Son
He blends in to the shadows, and sleeps on my pillows
His name is Anneplath, and he’s the cutest fellow.
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Anneplath, pronounced “Anna-plath” or “Anna-pleth” is a boy cat, he has grown up and gotten real big. His sister Kelly is a Calico, I named her after Jaclyn Smith, because two months before I got the pair as kittens, I got a Tweet from the real actress.

“Anneplath” is a hybrid name of two of my fellow poets “Anne Sexton” and “Sylvia Plath” thus “Anneplath”. And it is appropriate because he is dark and many of their poems are dark.

The funny part of him in reality, is that if he is in a shadow even during the day, I can walk right by him even if he is in front of me and not see him. I especially have to be careful when feeding him because he likes walking around my legs.

I just wrote this poem because, like almost every day, he picked a very good spot right laying on my bed, and because I had no lights on, he just blended into the wall behind my bed which is dark in color as well. Sometimes my anxiety makes me think maybe he darted out the door when I take out the trash, but the truth is he is strictly an indoor cat and he is afraid of the outdoors, at least for now.