Superstitions

While walking home from art class, listening to vanilla twilight by owl city, a black cat suddenly crossed my path. Is this really bad luck? I thought to myself as a clump of snow fell on my head from a near by tree. Then my mind wandered back to the cat. I wonder how that cat feels about being "bad luck". I actually starting feeling bad for the cat. I don't think something as beautiful as a midnight black cat pouncing through angel white snow could be anything but beautiful. Perhaps we make our own luck.