Synthesis of a black veiled soul strolling through the night so cold
Passing and stroking a fur of might, rumerous noises of sheer delight
Could have been anger or even of fright, a cause to collide daytime with night
A furious dazzling point-arched stare of empathy leaving from everywhere.
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Perfection. There is just something so mysteriously compelling about cats. I hope to write a poem about mine someday. He is such an enigma though-it will be tough.