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Aug 2014
Slowly slowly, silently almost panther like
He moves through the darkness
His prey oblivious to the menace
A quick rush, screams tear apart the darkness
Another victim of the night
Dark blood, hot, steamings pools on the city street
No remorse from the vicious killer
No pangs of concienceness
Swift, merciless, in cold blood
My cat has killed again
Joe Cole
Written by
Joe Cole  Horsham Sussex
(Horsham Sussex)   
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