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by Max Wright Oct 25, 2007 category : Dark, fantasy / unexplained
His movements swift like the wind that blew His thoughts deciving his eyes untrue His words sour his claws so sharp that he could slowly move his hand and cut a harp His fur so soft his paws seem weak but you may never know what walks on two feet As he ran throught the park on the cool autum day The child stood alone and human-kind went away This boy so clever so sly and sleek That you may now see him as a cat underneath