Three cats,
black, white
and ginger,
at that,
a formidable
combination,
that can strike
with a power
combained,
are
in a conclave
in the dining hall floor,
entrenched in a small hole in a corner,
his head just jutting out,
desperately sniffing at the secret pact,
is a little mouse, watching the proceedings terrified.
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Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
Three cats,
black, white
and ginger,
at that,
a formidable
combination,
that can strike
with a power
combained,
are
in a conclave
in the dining hall floor,
entrenched in a small hole in a corner,
his head just jutting out,
desperately sniffing at the secret pact,
is a little mouse, watching the proceedings terrified.
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