Some one runs down
from the attic.
He is all dark.
Jumps with a thud
stealthily walks
see a ray of white.
Scared. I rush
to pick a stick
most to guard myself.
The figure turns
looks at me
scurries fast.
It is not even a foot.
black and shiny.
starts to crawl.
Watch it from afar
could not make out
what it is?
Not a human
for sure. Could it be
a mammal?
I go ahead, hear
a sound, being
a feeble one.
It is from the
four legged creature.
I stand brave.
The miscreant,
a cat, shares
my home.
I
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