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Da Cat
I treaded softlah
down ma stone road
and came 'cross a cat.
Snickered, and stared
with dem yellow eyes
and brushed ma leg
and let out a silky, Meeeeooow
Followed 'bout nine miles down,
still kept a walkin'
kept a walkin'
Still walkin'
Cat followed
swiftly directin'
da path,
dem orange an black stripes
claws...dem claws gripped
da earth.
Stopped.
Stared eye ta eye
toes curled like dried worms do
claws screeched, still grippin'
Brushed ma leg again.
On da corner a clear patch of grass
We played.
Stopped.
Kept down da stone path
like a maze wid high
brown-green walls.
We Wuz lost.
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