Lucky Cat

I took my lucky cat for granted
It had sat serenely, ushering in good fortune
a perpetually wagging paw
Shimmering in gold.
One day, its battery died
The paw ceased to wag
Motionless on the shelf
I didn’t care.
Life seemed good
The still cat, ignored
Unneeded
It waited, watched, wise and knowing
As my life fell apart
Arrogance
Self importance
Complacence
All was lost
I lay alone and undeserving on my bed
Sorrowful and ashamed
I spied the patient cat through tears
Pleading and desperate
And scrambled for a new battery
The paw started to wag
I breathed a sigh of relief
Perhaps good fortune could be restored
Through the fog of bad spirits
I sat hopeful and humbled
Never more grateful
Of my Lucky Cat.