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raindrops fall on old pavements of gray

it's raining quite heavily today, I must say

turning round the block, i stop and see

two bright blue eyes staring back at me


with inky black fur that masks its face

small padded feet move as it quickens its pace

it swipes the sky with claws in the air

and all i just do is stand and stare.

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