Inky fluffs –

white clothing despair –

bringers of bad luck

to those with superstitions.

O’ Hallow’s Eve mascot,

arched and hissing –

364 other days

of cuddly void piles.

Paint my wardrobe

with wayward fur,

your tiny, blush tongue

and bright, shining eyes,

the only cracks in your

sable armour.

Emissary of night,

rumble box of love,

sleep away the day.

Arise at darkness’ onset.

Blue and orange,

tabby and tortie,

all pale when facing

ebony perfection.