Wearing black, a whimsey

 

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When I have a choice, I choose black—
I wear black up, down, front, and back
 
In summer, winter, spring, and fall,
I wear black shirts, skirts, pants, and all.
 
And, when it comes to cats, you know
I pick black as panther and crow.
 
My shoes are black, my boots are black,
my ring’s onyx, my watchband’s black.
 
I dreamed I had black hair and eyes,
and when I woke, I was surprised
 
to find they were as brown as ever.
Short of disguise, they’ll be black never.