The Truth about Cats
The truth about cats is everlasting mystery
The slick shadows clinging to fur
Yellow-green eyes opened slowly
Soft vibrations rumbled
The warm heat waved
Forever sharp daggers
Serrated blades clamped
Soft little expanse
A trap for all who dare
Little pads hid daggers
Tiny tongue slipped out
The truth about cats is everlasting mystery
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