I Am Not Bad Luck. All I Want Is Love Poem by Ronald Chapman

I am whiskers, purring and black,
I wonder. Where the mouse has gone?
I hear dogs barking,
I see snakes in yarn,
I want to cuddle,
I am whiskers, purring and black.


I pretend to sleep,
I feel love in your hand,
I touch your heart,
I worry that I am not lucky,
I cry meow when people run away from me,
I am whiskers, purring and black.


I do not understand silly people,
That say, 'I am bad luck.'
I meow, 'People make their own luck.'
I dream of fish dinners,
I want to cuddle,
I hope people will call me lucky,
I am whiskers, purring and black.