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A stealthy sleek shadow,

dancing across an ebony sky.

Getting ready for the final blow,

locked in those sets of glowing eyes.

A deep growl emerges,

The beast draws back.

The paths diverge,

Black cats.

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Cats
a short poem
4/22/16

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