Thrush Vs Cat The birds are singing outside, the noise is beautifully annoying. Then the silence comes, they've all flown off, but one. A song thrush who sings his amazing songs. I sit listening, to his amazing voice, and I look to his perch, and see death is about to arrive. The cat whom was sat with me is now climbing his tree, and my gut twists inside.
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