My black cat,
my handsome black cat,
the perfect cat for a witch,
is named Levi. His other name is
When I cast
my magick circle
on the night of the full moon
my black cat is with me, and also
He grows old,
this dear cat. Me too.
Sometimes, when the weather's cold
At dVerse Meeting the Bar this time, Tony Maude invites us to try an extended cinquain with one extra syllable per line than the form invented by Adelaide Crapsey. (What this version might be called is still being debated.) This poem is a sequence of three of them.