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Hungry Cat
A cat, silent as night. Running through the dark city, no one is aware of its existence. You can see its eyes peeking, the glowing glare of an animal on the prowl for food. Hungry, starving, a poor animal cold in the night. As he jumps from dark corner to dark corner he spots it, a rat. He nears the prey, barely breathing, no noise. He jumps and strikes, and the kills the rat. The cat licks his bloody lips, glad that he has extended his life for one more day.
I like this for a number of
I like this for a number of reasons. Mostly because cats seem to be a theme in my world today. Be them outside, in thoughts, or written in poetry I read. Plus I considered naming my itchy nose poem, dead cat.
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