Shadow Cat

She was a still shadow
Her bright cloak, midnight shining
Her eyes shone like coals
Watching unseen souls
From her they’re always hiding.

A dancing shadow
Flying across the floor
After the spirits, chasing
There’s nothing she loved more
Than the spying, pacing.

A dancing shadow
She sprang with laughter, joy
Her sharp claws to them, clinging
They, her favorite toy:
Across the room, flinging.

She was a still shadow
Hiding in darkness, thinking
To them she consent
And left them, content
A young cat, winking.

by Csriena Weaver

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