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Yellow eyes in the moonlight,
passing by my pained form,
laid out across my front lawn,
surrounded by streetlights and the cool night’s air.
Little cat plays it cool,
padding and purring,
nuzzling into my neck,
as if I’m dead and gone,
a stare of surprise when I smile at her affection,
and she knows that I live on.

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