Black cat in Black Hat

My Black hat
has no more rats
going deep to find the white rabbit
but the Black hat has only Black rabbits
my mother warned me about the Black cat
only if she knew I crossed paths with it before
which probably explains the Black cloud over my head
which probably explains the Black rain
and the pain in my Black vein
now the Black cat has its paws
in my Black forest cake eating its way
to my deep centre hat
the Black nation anticipates the return
of the Black sheep, only to realize it has an avatar of death
look at how the offspring of the Black nation
happily plays with the venomous Black widow spider
Black pigeons flying out of the Black hat
As they are considered the toghest
Only fat Black cats can survive this Black hat