#532690 added September 4, 2007 at 2:23am Restrictions: None
Cats
They stand at the door.
Two sets of golden eyes, staring into the darkness.
Ears twitching,
Tail tips curled loosely.
Whiskers at attention.
They stand, peering out at the night, scenting.
Out the door!
Gone, vanished into the shadows!
Dead mice on my doorstep in the morning.
A present.
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