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In the darkest part of night, just beyond my nighttime sight, He's lurking silently outside my room, Will this mean certain doom? Crawling in he hits the door The noise rattles me to the core A silent pause is quite unfair Because I know he is still there. Creeping slowly across my floor It scares me so much more To know that he will soon be here Grasping onto my nighttime fear. A soft tap on my bed I'm wondering if I'll soon be dead He jumps up and lands hard I pull up the covers as my guard. He walks cooly on my bed getting closer to my head when he reaches I open my eyes and my fear is replaced with surprise. Instead of a stranger standing there Two orange eyes stop and stare I reach out my arms to embrace and kiss my kitty on his face.
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