January 5, 2012
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We move fast, like lightening,
Not thinking about what we are doing
Or what was about to happen
We dart
Without peering out our windows
To take a look around

Out of nowhere comes a bump
A quiet purr
A last yelp
And a tear-stricken face, bolting
Towards it
Towards the soft,
Crying purr descending

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