Part 1 - Sleepless
The tale started under the autumn sun,
When the heart was pure, and love was young.
The sky was raining in orange and red,
And the forest was getting ready for bed.
However this story was about a black cat,
Who was waiting for something to catch.
And when he did, he was in awe.
He peeked at the butterfly in his paws.
Inside, the butterfly was in shiver.
Her rainbow wings, they did flutter.
Slowly she started to fly away,
But the cat gently asked her to stay.
So into the forest they did trot,
And both their hearts were tied into knots.
Thinking about each other kept them Sleepless,
And being with each other left them Breathless,
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