Last night the cat tapped
At my window
Freezing me
With panic
First I saw the
Birds flee in fear
Creatures with wings
Flapping
In darkness
Yet there was light
I heard them scream
Flying for their lives
Fast and high as they could
That huge flying cat
So black with golden
Spots and wings
and a face of
Evil
Rapping on my window
With glaring angry eyes
Abandoning the birds
Trying to get inside
Me

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