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this poem is actually about my friend Hannah's creepy black cat.
his eyes glowlike a neon light
his fur is dark
like the blackest night
his body slithers
like a snake
his claws are sharp
like a nail or stake
his shape is elegant
like that of a swan
but he is jumpy
like a young fawn
he can hear
everything, every day, every hour
his evil glare
causes us to cower
when he barked
it seemed tragic
i now see
this cat is Magic
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don't just sit back in silence...SAY something!
being shy gets you nowhere in life.