Friday 13th Sonnet #13

Oh dear black cat please walk across my path
let no bad luck befall me on this day
Yes you shall come and sleep beside my hearth
bring nothing but contented purrs my way
The apple parings fall upon the ground
to spell the name of he whom I do love
But if we turn the new loaf upside down
misfortune will befall us from above
Quatorziens will be well fed this night
no supper will be served the dread thirteen
All witches will be stopped dead in their flight
the rowan tree protects us from their spleen
With these charms I hope that you sleep tight
Prayer keep you safe from demons all this night