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Jan 2011
Darkness falls like

a drop cloth

Colors are gone

hidden

In the corner

sits a cat

It is purring

The cat likes darkness

A broom is lifted

by a silent hand

The colors come

bursting red, orange, hell

The cat snarls

disturbed

mean

A shaft of light strikes the

floor

All goes up in flames
KMC@2011
Written by
Kathleen Myra Colby
594
   Emma and Adelaide Caron Dyson
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