Kervoel Poem

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Large, brooding storm.
Coat the ever so gloomy lands,
You want to cover the city,
With your rainy hands...

Frightening, booming thunder.
Echoing off of the towers.
Receiving many glares.
Though ignoring all the glowers.

Little, fragile kitten.
Shivering and calling out in vain,
Your cute white and orange fur,
Is flattened down by rain.

Giant, unnerving tornado.
Pulling on the cats flank,
Watch that little kitten run,
This situation is ever so rank.

Slimy, glistening gutter.
Holding a strange mystery,
The small kitten fell in,
Will it meet its misery...?

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