Steps quiet, cloaked in black,
the night embraces me.
A rustle, a whisper of wind, the sent of fear,
I quiver with anticipation.
A shrill scream, the chase is on,
But my prey doesn't get far.
My blade pierces her back, and I announce my **** loudly,
MEEEEOOOWWWW.
With the mouse in my grasp,
I stalk into the night.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
Steps quiet, cloaked in black,
the night embraces me.
A rustle, a whisper of wind, the sent of fear,
I quiver with anticipation.
A shrill scream, the chase is on,
But my prey doesn't get far.
My blade pierces her back, and I announce my **** loudly,
MEEEEOOOWWWW.
With the mouse in my grasp,
I stalk into the night.
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