A Strange Black Cat

There was this strange black cat,
He came two nights in a row.
could this have been a spirit?
Of a lost loved one I know.
This cat sat down beside me,
he grabbed my hand, with his paw.
Then he looked into my eyes,
The weirdest thing I ever saw.
I talked to him a while,
He acted like he was content.
Then he got up and walked away,
He looked back and then he went.
There was something really eerie,
Just about that whole ordeal,
Like when your with a loved one,
That is how it made me feel.
Maybe there is life after death,
And they come back so you can see.
That’s their way to try to tell us.
That they are well and free.
BY: Donald L. Waugh