Night prowlers forM'Lady Cattie

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Night prowlers.

 

The silence of the night was broken by

 a sound which I could not identify.

Although I knew I should investigate.

I hesitate and choose instead to wait.

I must confess to being cowardly,

But them my conscience bothers me.

I have no choice I have to go and see

what made the sound which awakened me.

I creep downstairs very quietly

Switch on all the lights so I can see.

This is the sight which greeted me.

The floor littered with broken pottery.

The guilty cat regards me with disdain.

 It seems my bravery was in vain.

 

Saturday, 08 May 2010

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[Tate Morgan]

HHAHHAH that is precious to think we wasted such intense emotion on a cat lol
You have your finger on the pulse of humanity