In Shadow Alley the black cat walks
With a strut to her step
Feather light and flawless
Hips sway from side to side,
Her chin juts up when she strolls through
Shadow Alley.
The black cats eyes narrow to slits
Back arched as she pierces the veil
Of night with a sleek sickle tail
Held high
She walks along alone in the shadows
of the alley.
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