The cat has come outside the door;
her pelt glows dark into the night.
While thinking about having more,
the stars will shine so bright.
She is prowling through the fog,
Stalking without a trace through the cold mist.
She is being chased by a dog,
but oh, the dog has missed.
She is panting in a cave with relief;
a cave where all sounds echo.
Her paws spring upon a leaf;
she will never let go.
At the moment the sun will rise,
she does not want a surprise.
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