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One Evening On A Moonlit Night

Pools of crimson lace and lore

Puddled on a moonlit floor.

Pitty-Kitty comes through the door

Where bleeding damsel lay.

Red footprints made by prancing paw.

Unlatched her feline jabbing jaw.

She hangs her tongue and dips her claw.

'Pon ruby nectar dines.

More and more she sups red milk

Tastes of lead yet soft as silk

A sudden change from feline ilk

She breathes a soulful sigh.

Drawn towards the eve’s moonlight

She bounds up to the window’s height

Gleams in gooey girl’s delight

The damsel lives again.

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