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Your eyes, they glow, between the leaves.

As you watch your prey, flit in the breeze.

Creep closer, slowly, avoid the light.

Then pounce, and fly, and land, and bite.

The house-cat leaves it by the door.

What once a bird, is now no more.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 15, 2013 ⏰

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