The Black Cat Long sleek and soft He walks across the patio Intent on his lone hunt He walks with an elegance A beauty that's truly lethal He flexes his soft paws Readying his inescapable paws He stretches and yawns Impatient for the night's turns. He swishes his long tail He flicks his ear For what might sound tonight For what might be its prey. He stops and turns Giving me a look that burns Daring me to join him On his feline food hunt Fear holds my heart But fascination is stronger How does a single cat Hold this much power? His gold eyes hold depths That I've seen only once And that was whenever I look in the mirror; my face carefully blank.
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