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Cats are of the night dogs are of the day when the docile lie asleep the prowess comes out to play When the shadows fall thick and darkness presses low there is a lingering urge that only the devious know It caresses softly then awakens from within a feeling which says, the game will soon begin Slowly each one emerges in the cover of the dark farewell to the white and clean get ready, on your mark In hordes they muster with shameless glee inside dank alleyways and on crooked streets With serpentine movement across grimy floors they tempt the innocent always offering something more They're bold and daring tossing bets up high they scoff at charity imposing their fiercest war cry Indulging in scandal they live for the night and must disband and scatter with the first morning light Their existence may be brief, blurred, and unknown their days spent in hiding from those who cast stones But despite the sadness they will never stoop to cry it is from being society's outcast that they draw their pride
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
To be of the Night
Cats are of the night dogs are of the day when the docile lie asleep the prowess comes out to play When the shadows fall thick and darkness presses low there is a lingering urge that only the devious know It caresses softly then awakens from within a feeling which says, the game will soon begin Slowly each one emerges in the cover of the dark farewell to the white and clean get ready, on your mark In hordes they muster with shameless glee inside dank alleyways and on crooked streets With serpentine movement across grimy floors they tempt the innocent always offering something more They're bold and daring tossing bets up high they scoff at charity imposing their fiercest war cry Indulging in scandal they live for the night and must disband and scatter with the first morning light Their existence may be brief, blurred, and unknown their days spent in hiding from those who cast stones But despite the sadness they will never stoop to cry it is from being society's outcast that they draw their pride
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marie-comeaux
American
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:22 AM UTC
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