It's Friday the Thirteen !!
Will a plague of locust,
or of sea gulls descend on us?
Will the sea overflow the beach,
or retreat far out of reach?
Will the wind wail all the night,
or will silence be at first
light?
Will a ghoul come from the fog,
or will there be a howling dog?
Maybe it's yes or maybe it's no,
but the day is cursed, just isn't
so.
People have always needed to be channel their fears somewhere. I don't know the background of this myth but I've known a few black cats that were sweet and not prone to riding with witches on broomsticks -- even when I tried to entice them with sardines to come with me to a coven.
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