i see black cat hiding
ready to pounce on
anything she so desire
must be astray, smart
she's playing her shadow
circling rubbing a tree
can you imagine, yes you
rubbing tree with your body
to mark your claim territory
how do we do, with fence
we have poor sense of smell
maybe why we have perfume
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