I crossed the path of Bad Luck
on the way home
in the rain.
It approached me carefully, and nestled up
into my outstretched hand,
and closed its eyes.
I gazed into its endless darkness
and felt its warmth
pulsating.
It circled around my legs, then arms,
and perched on my shoulder,
and fell asleep.

It seemed content,
and that was all I needed.