The black cat stalks,
With lengthened spine,
With prancing paws,
Fearful of naught.
Her mystical eyes,
Glare from the shadows,
Registering.
She roams the rubble,
A queen amongst mice,
Who scatter at her paw beat.
No purrs issue from her cold breast,
Her claws slash adoring wrists.
The black night blankets her,
She is alone.
Alone.
With her sad luck,
A friendless observer.
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