Lucky Cat

Lying in my bed, sick and lonely
An emerald green lucky cat
I can hear its soft gentle call
Now it lies hidden on my bedside table
I bumped the table, it fell off

A gentle thud as it hits the firm ground
I shift it to its position
I take my hand away knocking the table once more
Picking it up I notice its bold black eyes gazing into mine

And shiver goes down my spine
I drop it... again.
Leaving it there for a bit I glare
Why are you always falling?

I put it up, but this time higher,
Higher on my lamp.
I could see it easier now,
It stayed,
It fell no more.