Portent

A kitten came to visit me

Fur an ebon clarinet

Eyes silver, knowing, key

Its meek mewl a minuet

Each night it came,

Times three

The same

You see

Tiny head slipped under

A still locked door

Along the floor

Paws soft,

Piercing claws unsheathed

My world pulled asunder

My heart tearing thunder

It climbed the blanket

Of my bed

It brought hope

I thought it said

Or the rope

Of playful trinket

A junket

A journey

Or was it warring

With fate

As I lay snoring

At any rate

Life was boring

Safe

Awake

I ponder portent

Should I take

A chance

Be transformed

Or be content

To live stale

Stagnant

Frozen.