Lucky

His name is Lucky and he lives on the streets

He is cautious of each new creature he meets

He has coal black hair and snowy white teeth

And a fearless heart beating loudly beneath

He sleeps under the boardwalk down by the docks

By day he wanders the alleys; the same old crumbling blocks

Searching always searching through each deserted lot

  Finding food scarce and a real chancy long shot  

He’s a tough looking dude so don’t expect him to kowtow

And all the ladies think he’s the real cat’s meow

All the boys step aside when he comes ambling by

But all seek him out as a friend and ally

Well on a warm night in June under a bright full moon

A new dude arrives behind O’Toole’s saloon

He’s big and brawny and looks real mean

And he tries enticing the ladies with a smelly old sardine

Now Lucky gets word that this dude’s on the prowl

And he’s sure that his intentions are nothing but foul

He quickly makes his way to the back of O’Toole’s   

He’s out to teach this intruder the rules

   He sizes up the newcomer and decides on a frontal attack

He charges and leaps - landing squarely on the dudes back

What followed one could hardly call fair

As Lucky throttled him into total and utter disrepair

The intruder was last seen climbing the back fence at the bar

Onlookers roared their approval and made Lucky the night’s star

And then when Lucky wolfed down the smelly sardine

   The onlookers all let out a most raucous scream

Those nearby trying to sleep woke upon hearing the uproar

Ran to their windows looking down at the rear of the store

They cursed and they yelled screaming “all of you scat”

But the crowd went right on howling for Lucky the homeless black cat

So just remember my friends if you’re out on Halloween

And the howling begins from places unseen

Don’t be alarmed just go on with your tricks and your treats

It’s probably just old Lucky still prowling the streets

©Copyright Charlie Gragg Oct. 27, 2010