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Pearl circle in the sky

Shining down into dark alleys

Moonlit eyes look to hide

In the dark, haunted alleys

By day, by night

A wandering soul

Of starlit flight

Padding paws on concrete earth

Sharp knives scratching four

Marks

Narrowed slits

Of shadowy plight

Looking to avenge it's might

Building up a certain strength

Wild and free

Going with the breeze

Cotton silk

Waving with the wind

It's stalk pointing

Towards the stars beyond

Sounds disturb the peace of night

Flicking back and forth

A black Unknown

In the alleys

Watching, waiting for its prey

To walk right into

It's paws.

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