A prediction of death

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A clutter or claws,

A terrified scream

And two green eyes staring at me.

Those were the things that I saw

And then there was a loud thud on the door

I ran to the kitchen

I needed a knife

And then I looked,

My heart filled with fear

Those two green eyes were getting near

I could make out a body

A feline shape.

I was scared out of my skin

I knew what was next

I closed my eyes and took my last breath

I thought of the dream and of the loud scream

and them I knew that scream came from me.

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